“Hand it over, now!”

‘Never’ she cried a wild desperation in her eyes. They would never get her never. She pulled out a bottle quicker than the flash that was emitted when she smashed it on the ground. A large cloud of black smoke filled the air lasting long enough for Serena to slip out of there with the child bundled in her arms. She runs full speed into the dense forest. Hopping over tree roots like the back of her hand Serena flies through her home back to the one place she knows they will be safe. Those men never had a chance of keeping up with her. They didn’t grow up in this forest with pixies for friends. They lived in the towns that exiled witches. They feared Serena and her powers. The howls rode the winds. The pack was tracking Vera. They wish to protect her too they feel it is their duty. The werewolves were her guards. The great tree is close. Once inside it’s oasis no one could get them.