Turning to the mixed-blood Witch behind me, I offered reassurance.
âFear not.
I wonât cower in the face of Shirleyâs threats.
â
Shirleyâs sneer deepened at my words.
âDebra, who do you think you are? Just a mixed-blood witch, insignificant.
How dare you speak out? I hold the power to punish you whenever I please.
â
Despite Shirleyâs attempts to rile me, I remained eerily composed, devoid of emotion.
I met her gaze coolly, stating, âWeâre already dead enemies, arenât we? Youâve attempted to kill me several times.
Yet, did any of your schemes ever land a blow?â
âHow dare you!â Anger contorted Shirleyâs once-pretty features, her eyes ablaze with fury.
With a derisive snarl, she spat, âWhat nonsense are you spewing, you wretch?â
One of her lackeys chimed in, echoing her sentiment.
âShirley, this bitch is insufferable.
You should punish her without mercy.
â
âIndeed!â
Her cohorts joined in, their disdain evident.
âThese mixed-blood witches are repulsive.
They deserve nothing but suffering.
â
Shirleyâs demeanor softened slightly.
A smirk played at her lips as she addressed me once more.
âDebra, since youâre so eager to die, Iâll grant your wish.
Today, youâll witness the might of pure-blood witches firsthand!â
With a surge of power, she summoned her magic, a brilliant white light emanating from her hand, aimed squarely at us.
Sensing the impending danger, I wasted no time.
I shielded the mixed-blood witch beside me and transformed into my wolf form.
In close combat, I stood a chance against a witch.
Any other approach would be futile.
âDonât worry,â Ivy reassured, brimming with confidence.
âIâll tear Shirley limb from limb.
â
But unlike Ivy, I remained calm.
I assessed Shirleyâs position and cautioned her, âWeâre outnumbered.
Stay vigilant and end this swiftly.
Proceed with caution.
â
Ivy nodded in agreement.
âGot it!â
Surrounded by onlookers, not a single soul offered assistance.
Their indifference stung, as if such conflicts were commonplace.
My heart sank.
It was clear that mixed-blood witches held little regard within the clan.
âDebra, meet your end!â
With a bellow, Shirley unleashed her power upon me.
I dodged just in time, my pulse racing as her power struck the ground, creating a crater.
The threat was palpable.
Before Shirley could strike again, Ivy launched herself at her.
âAh!â The sudden clash caught Shirley off guard, forcing her to retreat.
Ivy pressed on relentlessly, leaving scratches on Shirleyâs arm that soon began to bleed.
âAh! Debra, youâre insane!â Shirley screamed, staggering backward, her followers rushing to her aid.