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2021-09-11 12:41:34Claire struggled to keep her head up as Jocelyn walked towards her. She could hear Colin growl, along with the sound of snapping bones. “What are you doing? Where are you taking her?” he snarled at the witches.
“I would never hurt my granddaughter, Mr. Lucin. But you on the other hand? Look at yourself! You can’t even control your own shifting!” Jocelyn countered after she marched up to his door.
He snarled in response, but Claire heard another bone snap. He moaned in pain, a pain that Claire could feel in the air. She tried to call out to him, “Colin?”
“Don’t worry about him, dearie,” the Priestess replied for him.
Her snide tone only made Claire push forward against the witch blocking her path. “Don’t hurt him!” she begged.
The witch, a short, dark-skinned woman with cropped curls, rolled her eyes as she moved closer. Claire kicked her foot out, trying to knock th
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