The Alpha's throne
Chapter 22 : A spellcaster
Dorothy was able to gather a huge amount of mana on her surroundings with these, she can fully open the silver door but hurriedly run behind Clona’s back.
The werewolf that was chained was looking at them with a weird face and asked “what are you doing here? “. Ryga steps back as he feels a sudden chills from his voice.
Clona moved forward “I heard your scream that was full of agony and pain, do you need help? “. The werewolf bent his head over and looked at the ground and using his cold voice, he asked “what’s the deal? “.
Clona clenched her fist and wanted to ask but nothing came out from her mouth. She doesn't know where to start. She doesn’t know where to begin. She has a lot of questions but she can’t utter a single word.
It was her first time to see a strong wolf beside her father.
“If you have nothing to say, you can get out of this place”. Clona has a lot of questions as her curiosity strikes again.
“But we want to help you” she exclaimed
I can
‘Oh no! We need to get out of this place, ' Clona thought as she
Dorothy exclaimed
man, you decide. Want to or not? “ Ryga could not take it cause the werewolf
trust us” Clona exclaim while
he stops for a while and smiles “want to go on an adventure?
walk and grab the werewolf’s collar and shout
looked at them with the eye “release me”. Clona smiles secretly and
cast her magic then point her fingers at the chain and say “Magic Spell : Wind of Steel”. A wind turning into a
they heard a loud voice. “Oh crap ! An enchantment !” Dorothy exclaimed as they
face while casting a spell.
zip their mouth. “A fool! Fool ! Fool!” her hair started to grow longer