Chapter 138

Solomon breathed heavily, staring at her large form, grateful she hadn't landed directly on top of him. 

Beside him, Harry made a small noise as he realized he had lost. He had no more cards to play.

"Well that certainly took you all long enough," the witch huffed, stepping forward to standing next to the blue wolf.

"We have been distracted," Landon snapped at her.

  "And who are you?"

"Medusa, Harry's wife," she answered flippantly.

  At the growls she was greeted with, she waved a hand nonchalantly.

  "Not by choice, I assure you. Isla won't wake up for a while but will still need to be on our way back to the battlefield."

She rested a slender hand on the wolf's hide and the slow process of a forced shift began, leaving the human Isla in her place.

  She was still unconscious, but if what Medusa said, she was no longer under Harry's control.