Once steadied, Shirley rallied her troops, spewing venomous commands.
âWhat are you waiting for? Attack together! Show no mercy to this wretched bitch.
Destroy her!â
âShirleyâ¦â Unease flickered across her followersâ faces.
One spoke up tentatively.
âPerhaps itâs not wise.
Andrew warned us against harming Debra.
â
But Shirley brushed off their concerns.
âWhy fear consequences? IâLL take full responsibility.
Andrew may be the deputy leader, but Iâm the leaderâs daughter.
The clan answers to me in the future.
Thereâs no cause for alarm.
â
Unmoved by their hesitation, she offered a tempting incentive.
âWorry not.
Iâll reward you handsomely if you kill Debra.
I wonât let Andrew lay blame upon you.
â
Her words swayed her followers, igniting a spark of eagerness.
âAlright, Shirley!â
They eagerly pledged their allegiance, their gaze turning sharp as they focused on me.
Damn it!
A foreboding sense of danger washed over me.
Debraâs POV:
I yanked the mixed-blood witch back, urgency propelling my movements, yet our retreat didnât go unnoticed.
âQuick, stop them!â The mob surged towards us, their determination palpable.
âWatch out!â
I instinctively shielded the mixed-blood witch.
Despite my efforts, they closed in swiftly, wielding their power with ease, surrounding us in a tightening circle.
The mixed-blood witch, overwhelmed by the confrontation, quivered with fear, her complexion draining as she pleaded, âPlease, kind souls, spare us.
It was my mistake; I know I was wrongâ¦â
But before she could finish, Shirleyâs entourage interrupted rudely, âShut up,â their impatience boiling over as they lunged ferociously towards her.
Witnessing the impending beam of white light aimed at the mixed-blood witch, I acted swiftly, pushing her aside with urgency.
Yet, before we could regroup, another wave of attacks ensued, and amidst the chaos, sharp nails tore into my flesh.
âAh!â The mixed-blood witch cried out, her concern evident.
âDebra, youâre wounded!â
I glanced down swiftly, noting the vivid flow of blood on my arm.
Though it appeared severe, the pain remained surprisingly bearable.
Maintaining composure, I clenched my jaw.
âJust a scratch.
Stick close!â
The mixed-blood witch nodded fervently.
âDonât worry, Debra; Iâll hide well and wonât be a burden.
Donât worry about me.
â
Without hesitation, I lunged towards the entourageâs leader, baring my fangs and swiftly aiming for their neck.