A Dear, Distant Memory

Eventually, everyone rose from the strange night. The nightmare had gone away, and everyone who seemingly died was miraculously alive. The witches were sitting up and looking at one another as their bodies remained intact after being torn apart by the wolf affected by some kind of hunger spell. More importantly, their Supreme…

"Aw… I swear to the Moon Goddess… if this is one of Nicholai's tricks…" Madeleine growled as she caressed her belly, not liking the strain it gave her. When she looked at her body, her kids seemed to be fine. However… her magic… had intensified to the point that it overlooked her condition. She was even shocked by the power that was now inside her body.

"Supreme… it's Kaylin." One of the wards of the Supreme found the body of the young water witch… or what was left of it. It was surely torn down by the wolf, but so were they. How could they survive without any injuries, while Kaylin suffered from a terrible death?