There were about ten of them. I couldn’t help but smirk, that crazy old witch wouldn’t be able to kill me anymore. I dismissed the warrior holding the umbrella, so the evening light could touch my skin. He scuttled away.
"Why did you call so many?" I asked. Oscar chuckled and replied, "You asked me to bring a lot of sorcerers," he said.
"Including witches." I said under my breath, and decided to work with the sorcerers instead, because they looked like experienced he-wolves and only two of them were young wolves.
"Well, I don't care about the number, all I want is for them to come up with a solution to stop me from dying at the wedding tomorrow." I declared. An elderly sorcerer took a step forward, and Oscar made way for him to come to me. He lowered his head and spoke. "Greetings, Alp
