Chapter 35

• Emma stepped back and covered her face with her hands. She almost uttered a prayer to the heavens, thanking them for not having ripped her own head off by accident with her uncontrolled magic. She needed her meddlesome great-great grandmother more than ever, but when Endora was really necessary, she seemed to be unavailable.
• "I'm sorry... I didn't..." Her attempt at an apology was cut short as the seemingly defenseless woman began to extend huge claws from her hands and her features shifted to those of a wolf with huge fangs.
• "Holy God! Is everyone here a fur ball?!" Despite the situation, Emma felt no fear. After the havoc she'd wreaked since waking up, she knew that her magic would surge under pressure, and the old woman, no matter how much of a wolf she might be, couldn't do much about it. But she didn't want to hurt her. That had never been Emma's nature.