You're weak

The witch’s first appearance was a decoy. Her unconscious body on the ground faded into thin air. Like the fleece of a sheep blown by the wind. Everyone was stunned by this ambiguity. The corners of the room were dust-filled with massive cobwebs and extensive dark paintings that looked like contorted ravens on a branch. Faye stepped back and looked and Xander. She owed him assistance for an act of betrayal. She was not going to be around much longer in this abandoned cabin. The breeze blew the door open. She looked at her escape.        “I am sorry,” Faye said. Xander was less belligerent and only cared for Catherine right now.  She slowly transformed. Her clothes tore into shreds. Her limbs bulged with furry intensity and build. Her eyes were green like aurora. She growled as her claws sprung out.  She was a beautiful black wolf. Her eyes were brightened in the moonlight. She paced her hind legs and blasted through the door. She was fat on the yellowish-green fields. A foreboding thre