Aatu winced, frightened, and refrained from turning to Irm .Matchit crouched on his horse, staring at the screeching witch bag maker, looking like he was doubting his sanity . The question of how it could be that the man next to him went up in flames was clearly written on his face.Don't you dare, Matchit vom Grautal!The voice went through the werewolves' marrow and bone, but it was n't Flake that made the feeling with her creaky, ice-cream voice . That voice was alien to them. The castle gate opened under the werewolves and a terrible creature stepped out. Her hair was a sea of black and green flames, a cold blue fire burned in her eyes, her skin was white as snow. Fire and ice storms blew her as she approached Matchit.Go while I still give you the chance to disappear gracefully , or stay and I will blow you and your crowd in all directions! This pack is mine!Was that Irm? Aatu leaned forward, interested. Could normal witches even do that? An
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