Sinclair is back

Sinclair

“Sinclair!” I heard a distant voice. No, this was a trick, it had to be. Those witches must have implanted it into my head when they used their spells against me.

My eyesight was gone just as my hearing was gone. All I could do was smell but nothing smelled the same. They were all smoke and fire.

“Sinclair!” the distant scream came again as I tightened my grip on the neck of whatever creature I was holding.

I raised my hand higher this time ready to slice through the creature before me but when I did so, it held my hand with exceeding strength.

That was impossible. Nothing could hold me back. No one could rival my power.

I let my wolf show as the tussle of strength between us increased with the land around us sinking under our combined weight.

I tried to use my wolf to heal myself even quicker which I did and there in front of me was the last person I had expected to see.

It was Jane.

“Wha…” I released my hand from her neck just as she punched into my jaw, sending me flying h