"They have drawn runes to drain magic. It would appear that they have gotten some help from the dark fae," Micah replied nervously.
"What do you mean by that?" Clyde growled.
"I mean that we need to get into that cellar fast. I am not sure what they are planning, but the shack is set up to drain magical power from someone. I do not know for certain what they are doing, but we need to get her out of there before it is too late," he explained.
Clyde growled and everyone turned to look at him. His eyes were glowing red and he looked nothing short of lethal. Geoffrey's wolf shuddered in fear at the sight of him.
"Let's go," Clyde said as he shot forward toward the cellar door. The group followed closely behind them.
The small group of witches were caught off guard as the cellar door burst open.
"Who are you?" Helga shouted as Clyde stormed the cellar.
