Chapter 52: Possesed

As the swirling colours of the portal enveloped us, Aunt Agatha and I emerged on the other side, greeted by the sight of the barrier looming before us. The air crackled with energy, a palpable sense of tension hanging in the air as we approached our post.

Glancing at Aunt Agatha, I found her expression unreadable, her eyes scanning the horizon with a sense of vigilance that mirrored my own. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't shake the image of Ruby's tear-streaked face from my mind, her words echoing in my ears like a solemn vow.

But as we surveyed the desolate desert landscape, a sense of unease crept over me. Where were the werewolves we had sent to protect the barrier? There was no sign of them anywhere, their absence like a gaping hole in the fabric of our defences.

"Something is not right," I murmured, my confusion mounting. "I sent two hundred wolves to protect the barrier. How come none of them are present?"

"I know," Aunt Agatha replied cryptically, handing me a