"Well I knew y'all were smart," the last voice said as everyone paused, including the raging beta wolf. What in seven hells had not happened in this room? Eyes turned to the couch that had once held a very dead Zayn medina, but the difference was that he was not dead.
The bastard was alive.
Maybe this was a joke, and maybe a spirit had hijacked his body, maybe this was the result of bringing back the dead from the dead.
Maybe this was a blood demon. In their confusion, everyone took a stance, and it was a united one, a subconscious perspective to get ready to fight.
Magic was not something people messed with, and they had done just that while following the instructions from a book that was way older than all their ages combined.
