“Hey, uh, , you might wanna come look at Pruitt’s body.” Julian gagged, pointing towards the nearby corpse as the sound of splitting flesh rang in their ears. “I-is this supposed to happen?”
His hands still channeling power into the protection shield, the vampire-witch hybrid turned to where Julian was pointing. His mouth dropped.
Breaking away from her trance, Old Mother Madge looked on with wide eyes. “ So, it’s true, ” she said with a gasp. “The King of Wolves has the power of resurrection.”
“Those other wolves—you know, the ones out there trying to get in here to eat us—were dead a minute ago, too,” Kale said with panic. “But Pruitt… He’s already in our little protection circle, so who’s to say he’s not also under the big bad wolf’s control?”
The witches shared a worried look.
“ Windsling! ” shouted, summoning his familiar. “Bind him.”
The stormy sky became even darker as Windsling appeared in the form of a colony of thousands. The black bats quickly pushed through the protection shield, their bodies forming half-circle bindings that pushed Pruitt’s limbs into the ground and kept them there.
Magnus and Fen rushed to Pruitt’s body, their faces in awe. “He-he’s fully healed,” Fen said with a gasp.
“Uh, ? Something’s happening,” Magnus replied as Pruitt’s body glowed.
Fen reached down, touching Pruitt’s bare chest. Magnus recognized the white glaze forming over his lover’s eyes, grabbing onto him and pulling his body away before he collapsed. “We interrupt this programming to bring you a special bulletin,” Fen chanted absentmindedly before his body began to shake.
All the group could do was wait for what happened next.