124 - Trapped Spirits

ALTHEA.

I was running while letting my spirits out in the wild, chanting spells and incantations for them to find Blade and protect him.

It felt like forever before I heard a loud growl and Rage’s paws thudding the earth. From the sound of it, they were heading my way.

A victorious grin curled on my lips when, in the dark far ahead, a big form emerged until my eyes identified the mist covering the figure. In a place full of dark witches, I knew the white mist was mine, and it was my mate that it was protecting.

“Blade!” I ran my fastest as I headed in his direction while keeping my guard up. I could see forces and energy being thrown at Rage. His body would jolt, but he never stopped running, and what amazed me was that no matter how many were thrown his way, they were not able to knock him off.

A low growl came out of his throat, and with the way he was shaking his fur, it looked like he wanted to shift back to his human.

“No! No! I need you to stay in that form!” I yelled, and