Magical Rebellion

Emily. My eyes darted around the room, looking for a hiding place. But the only furniture was the pedestal, and unless I suddenly developed a knack for invisibility (note to self: ask Queen Luna if that's possible), I was screwed. The footsteps were getting closer. In desperation, I did the only thing I could think of. I called upon my magic, visualizing the shield I had created earlier. But instead of projecting it outward, I wrapped it around myself like a second skin. Just as the tapestry rustled, signaling someone's entrance, I felt the shield come into place. I held my breath and prayed to every god I could think of that this would work. But as the intruders stepped into the room, I realized it wasn't Alpha King or Luna Queen. It was the triplets. The three infuriating, gorgeous, completely unreachable-by-phone werewolves who had left me hanging all day. I bit back a scoff as I watched them tiptoe past me, completely oblivious to my presence. Oh, this was too good an opportunity t