Shelly had a pretty solid idea of what was pulling the strings here. The second she showed up, the scars on her throat started to burn. It scared her, which only served to piss her off.
"Well, it's certainly not me this time but I have some thoughts." She started pulling at the sources of her magic to call in strength. She was going to blast at the opposing Black Magic until either Matt found a way to break it or she shattered it herself.
Or until one of the wolves came after her. Always a possibility.
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