Creatures Caves

i'm writing a book at the moment called Adar Hunter. its about one girl named Azura and her two siblings Lienad and Celestel. Azura thinks that she's a Metha(person with no magical abiltes) until one day she meets some twins in the forest who lead her to the other end of Reven9her country) there she finds out that she has to fight a someone called the Creature along with 5 other people ranging from the ages of 10-35. but the only problem is she doesn't like these people, she's a wanted person, your not allowed to us magic in Reven and her problems just go on and on. here's some of chapter 1:
Chapter 1

Evil laughing filled the air that stormy night. Candlelight flickered dully through the trees, protected by an invisible barrier above the trees from the pounding rain.
In a small grove in the woods a fire was crackling a menacing laugh while lighting danced its hypnotizing spell on an inky black stage to the steady boom of distant thunder.
Two hooded figures were beside that fire, one chanting and trowing logs onto the beckoning flames, the other picking weeds from around the trees.
“Tonight shall be wonderful! No-one shall ever get in our way again!” said the one picking weeds as he walked over into the firelight.
“Yes, indeed.” His companion replied quickly and continued to chant. The other scowled and drooped in the weeds and they watched as the flames leaped into the air, listened as a spine-chilling howl echoed from the deaths of the fire.
Now they both chanted weaving a spell so strong that it could never be broken. The Weed Picker laughed happily.
“They come! They come!”
Nodding the Chanter waved his hand over the fire. A new figure emerged putting one foot out of the fire, followed by 3 more. Shaking the Embers from its fur it turned and called back into the flames.
“Ohhh! Yes we can’t forget your brothers and sisters now can we?”
The Weed Picker laughed, dancing around the fire.
40 more animals came from the fire that night as the Chanter began to laugh.

1 hour later…
“Tonight you’ve seen and assisted me in a great spell and challenge. I thankyou for that. My pets here would of never been able to join me if it weren’t for you.”
“It was an honour, Creature, my master.” The Weed Picker said humbly, giving the one he called Creature a clumsy bow. The Creature nodded while pulling out a small dagger from its sleeve.
Calmly it slashed at the Weed Picker’s throat and in an instant the life drained from the now dead man’s body. The animals sniffed the air and turned towards the entrance of the woods, hackles rising.
“Yes that scent is horrible, isn’t it? Tonight no one shall get in our way. All life on this plant shall fear us, and be in our control.”
The animals howled in agreement. Saliva dripping from their jaws, they waited for the Creature to speak the one word they were longing to hear. It was forever lost in the wind of that stormy night as the Creature whispered,
“Hunt.”