"They're coming," whispered Owen in a low voice. There was the sound of wolf footsteps in the distance and the sound of broomsticks flying through the air. "We are unlucky!"
Elf's guess was right, even though Miguel had run away because of Thomas, but he came again after Iris to take the eternal rose. It seemed that the Wizard knew Thomas' presence, who couldn't stay near Iris for too long.
"We have to calm down," Owen whispered again, with his heart almost out of his mouth from nervousness. He sat stiffly, and his eyes closed tightly. "My heart, please don't beat too fast."
Owen again babbled a few words to himself, he cupped his hands and prayed, the Elf then hugged his knees with a deathly pale face.
Iris swallowed her saliva and closed her eyes to recover her strength. Owen only had five more arrows on his back, he couldn't defeat the Werewolves that were arriving.
