Page 65 of Witch Undecided
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“What is it? What’s happening?”
Halle fell into a defensive stance, shoulders bunching. “Varga.”
I caught a flash of yellow eyes, the curve of a dark shaggy back. Oh shit.
I looked from Halle to the other two women in human form. “Why aren’t you shifting into wolf form?”
And then it hit me. Shifting required miasma, a kind of magic, and the varga nullified magic.
The wolves weren’t shifting because they couldn’t.
They were stuck in human form and we were surrounded by varga.
Fuck.
