CHAPTER 84: THE SPELL

"Shirley, don't do this!" Drakon said, his voice gruff. He was conflicted between saving Zack and the others and stopping Shirley from risking her life. Every sense in Drakon screamed danger, and he could feel his wolf reacting, nudging him to take action. However, Drakon knew he couldn't afford to be rash about it. Dahlia was slowly but surely weaving spells with just the tips of her fingers, but could Drakon rely on her efforts? From what he'd seen, this Axton seemed a tad more potent than Dahlia, and she came more prepared than they had. This was one thing Drakon hated—going to a fight unprepared. He'd have come with reinforcements and fortifications if they'd known the caliber they'd be facing. He felt helpless against just one witch! "You should stop trying to weave some spells, dear sister," Axton said, forcing Dahlia to stop her subtle finger movements. "I know all your gimmicks. You should know by now that I'm the only one who can match you and do more than that. All those ye