Chapter 11: No Good Deed - Isolde

As I lay in the grass letting the world melt away and time pass by, my head is suddenly filled with broken images. I see two large wolves struggling to keep their wolf form. They’re running I think… through woods. I try to latch onto the images and piece them together, but they continue to slip in and out of focus. I can see a group of people dressed in black and their faces covered as they chase the two shifters with guns raised.

My eyes snap open and my fingers dig into the soil beneath me. Fucking venators. I’m still not at one hundred per cent, but I’m far more improved than I was a few hours ago. Definitely improved enough to take on a few lousy humans. I get to my feet and snap my fingers, replacing my maxi dress with simple jeans and a short-sleeved turtleneck and sneakers. Much more appropriate.

I stretch my hands out letting my magic flow through my hands as they begin to glow that shade of purple I know and love. I feel my eyes change and as they do, I push my energy forwar