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To my horror, we were not only trapped in the magical bubble with ghosts but with three six-foot-long baby basilisks that writhed out from under a knot of roots. Pushing myself up to my hands and knees, I heard J.D. scream and saw him swinging his enchanted club at the serpentine beasts as they snapped their poisonous jaws at him.

Tate and Abel shifted on instinct, stupidly dropping their weapons as they did. I had no clue why they would do that. The wolf form of a shifter was even less of a match for a ghost than the human form. Without hands, they couldn’t wield the only weapons that would work against them.

My fingers tightened on my club as a ghost came flying like a jet toward Wyatt. Its arms were outstretched, ready to attack him or slip into his body to possess him. I leaped up and swung my club, slamming it into the ghost right before it got to Wyatt. There was an electric crackle as the orb at the top of the club made contact. The specter shrieked and flew through the barrier