Nora got to work on throwing together whatever protective charms she could conjure. She remembered the one she'd given to Kai to wear before the funeral, and hoped her Magic was strong enough to protect him.
"Stop that," she berated herself, mirroring the words she knew Kai would say to her. "You are an ascended witch. The High Priestess of Elysium. And you have to save your best friend, and your mate!" Her words were tough, but her hands were shaking. Nora used unassuming objects. Things Alpha Roman would look at as Magical. But they were ones she knew Kai would be able to figure out. And if Kai was anywhere in that pack house, he'd be able to let Dante know. She counted on that much anyway.
Nora looked around the house, taking in all the lights and open blinds.
"Shhh," she said to them, and they begin to close and dim at her command. In her heightened state, relying on her Magic felt natural, and soothed her frayed nerves.