Five steps. Diana was now five steps away from the boulder that signified the borders between the impregnable Werewolf Committee and the rest of the Wolven Continent. She knew the plan like the back of her palm, but her heart pounded more every step she took. Though her knees were yet to buckle and her chest was yet to heave, the urge to cough out the itch in her chest was very tempting.

But she was Diana, the witch-wolf who could only pull off this spell with complete success.

One step. She was now a hairbreadth away from crossing the line. Drawing a deep breath, Diana could feel the weight...