Smoke and Mirrors

Adeline The dark figures begin to grow taller as they join together into a black smoke-like circle. It’s like the air gets knocked out of my chest as I struggle not to panic. I struggle to still my breathing, one little move and they’ll hear me. Their power is something beyond the limitations of the werewolf kind. Why are they interested in Midnight Moon? Why do they give a shit about Alpha Jaxon and Beta Don? My mind reels to my mate. What if something happens to him? The father of my unborn child? I have to do something, I can’t sit by and watch my mate get slaughtered by a magic so fierce, so powerful that it could extinct our entire species. Swallowing hard, I try to focus my hearing on the whispers from the shadows. The murmurs are so low that make them inaudible. I get the feeling that they’re chanting together, given the pace of their voices coming together in unison. Beta Don groans and falls to the floor abruptly while Jaxon is evidently still fighting to stay up. It’s as if t