Chapter 55. I Was Dying

TARA

I had never run into a Stonewolf before, but from what I’d heard, they only needed to swipe you with either their claws or fangs to get the tiniest bit of their DNA streaming in your blood, and that was it.

The figure in the storm must have noticed me from afar, and when I’d gotten close enough to identify his face, I realized that he was wearing a mask over his head. That was the first flag, but that wasn’t what made me freeze.

It was the rough dark-brown patch of skin that had spread from the tip of his fingers, running up his arms, and disappearing into his shirt. It was almost scaly like a land dried up with drought, and that meant only one thing.

A StoneWolf.

A shaky gasp escaped my lips on realizing this, and adrenaline kicked in.

“I don’t want any trouble,” I still said, trying to talk my way out, but my voice came out in a squeak, and he laughed.

No. 

He cackled.

“Please, I’m just looking for my