Loren POV
After filling in the rest of the group as to what happened in Circe’s pocket dimension, the rest of the ride back was done in silence. Even Conner was able to read the room and kept his mouth shut and his antics to a minimum.
Amedis had an army at his disposal, not just his werewolves but also witches, warlocks, sorcerers, psions, vampires, fairies and alchemists.
I, a novice mage who was basically only to cast one spell perfectly, was expected by some cosmic entity to defeat this Ancient werewolf or else I would die.
How? How was I supposed to do this? From what Circe had said, the Prophecy did not want to wait until I graduated as a qualified Wizard in three years' time; it wanted me to get stronger now and kill Amedis as quickly as possible.
It was impossible!
I wanted to shout!
I wanted to scream!
I wanted to run away from everything and never look back.
