The snake screamed a sickening, hissing scream, uncoiling around Boyd just enough for me to pull him under me, shielding him with my body as the fire raged inside of his mind, burning away the dark magic that had been poisoning him. The snake was still screaming, slithering to find an escape. There was no escape. The violet flames were everywhere, purifying every corner of Boyd’s mind. Soon, the fire overtook him, scorching him alive in this prerogative inferno. Then, I heard another voice, like nails on a chalkboard. It was a woman’s furious cry. “You better not fail me! You better not!” Everything was in flames, except myself and Boyd, who was still unconscious, but safe under me. I looked around everywhere and couldn’t find the source of the woman’s cries. “We’re waiting! In the spot at the edge of the pack. Bring her to us, and do not fail,” her screeching wails were possessive, demanding, and I could feel the weight of a Luna’s command in her tone. It had no effect on me.
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