Chapter 273

Damon

The mist surged toward us, screaming through the trees like a living thing.

Those nightmares, whatever they were, they were ready, searching at us, attacking us like they were nothing more than ruined dreams, scary items, things that we were supposed to be afraid of. But we all fought them hard. We were not going to back down.

Wolf growled at me attacking. It was my mother, but it was a different version of her, A frightening version. One that I was supposed to be scared of and nightmare that I should have been running away from.

And I roared back. I was not going to run away from a mist because I knew that this was nothing more than an illusion. As long as I believed there was an illusion, it was going to stay so.

My claws tore through the air as I shifted, the sound of bones snapping and fur ripping filling the charged silence of my wolves behind me. The ground cracked under my paws when I landed, low and ready, golden eyes cutting throug