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I inhaled sharply, bracing for the pain, but when my body hit the lawn of the front yard two houses down from Trevor’s, it hardly jarred me.

Maybe I hadn’t been as high in the air as I’d thought.

I spun around, snarling at the red car, ready to attack. Yes, the witches had magic, but I wouldn’t lie down and take a beating. It wasn’t ingrained in me. If it had been, I would’ve given up years ago.

Four more MINI Cooper electric cars followed the first. I blinked. I’d never seen so many electric cars together in one place.

The passenger door of the front car opened, and a young witch close to my age stepped out and threw her hands toward me. “Blast them out of the way,” she chanted.

I dug my paws into the grass, racing toward her. The blast would hit me before I could reach her, but at least I’d be closer to her once I came around, hopefully. I braced myself, waiting for the pain, but a flash of wind breezed past me.

A yelp from beside me caught my attention, and I glanced over to see an