535 Refugee Familiars

With the first few witches up on the stage, the evening's ceremony was ready to begin. The witches were all intently focused on their summoning, adding mana to the circle while either closing their eyes to focus, or repeating a mantra that they thought might bring them luck.

Wolfe smiled as he heard the words [Not a Leprechaun] being silently muttered over and over among the crowd, but it looked like her wish was going to be granted, the cloud in front of her was a dark grey, not the white of a Fae.