And the die is cast.
Forming a witch barrier needs both focus and concentration, this was a truth Lucas had long learnt from his mother.
And Stella forming one, Lucas made a decisive choice unbothered about the consequences.
Let his wolf (Kyle) out.
If he must protect his sister, using his wolf seemed more effective.
His bones shifted at an amazing speed, black furs rolled out of his skin, a growl tore his throat as he transformed.
Stella glanced at him lightly but time isn't on their side, and she retracted them immediately.
Kyle was a large wolf. His build exudes solid strength and quiet power. Each muscle taut and strong seemed to pulse with strength.
His dark fur shimmered in the dark seemingly absorbing the light, giving him a shadowed, commanding presence.
A presence that didn't need him to growl or move to be noticed. The moment he stood there, the air shifted and the attackers paused in their tracks.
"You come get her, if you can." He growled.
