Brivago!

Upon the momentary lapse of the twelve warlocks, Diana did not waste time. She raced to her mate and released the enchanted chains with a flick of her wrist before she moved to Talia and did the same.

Kneeling between the two unconscious people with her back against the two, Diana raced against time. As the released magic undid the chains, she placed her palms on the two people’s chilling skin and whispered the spell.

“Faurereium.”

On cue, Dian felt the warmth of her magic that came from her soul – her strong desire to cure the two manifested by giving her magic an amber gleam as soon as it left her palm.

This series of actions happened in three minutes.

In the desolate and cold room, the warmth of her healing magic spread had awoken the frozen stupor of the twelve warlocks.

“Stop the traitor!”

“Who is she?”

“I don’t know! I haven’t seen her face since I came to the coven and that is a long time!”

“A newbie witchling?”

“That caliber of magic? She’s no witchling,” a grim voice