Chapter 92

The Watchers had arrived.

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Ella hovered a hundred feet above the church, hidden for the moment inside the grey Watcher-glamour, observing the werewolf as he entered the building. Twelve Watchers were in position.

The imps and demons were to attack first, shattering all the stained glass windows, starting first with the huge cruciform window at the back of the sanctuary. That would keep those witches and their feline familiars who were lurking in the trees busy, even if those cats were now the size of panthers. She wasn’t too worried about the protection spells they would cast.

Ella sensed a sudden shift in the magical energy below her. She watched as a van pulled up and a handful of humans—witches by the smell—got out. So more witches had come after all. Fools. She would personally kill each of them after the two boys were dead.