Chapter 102. Forest Route

He’s standing right in front of me, with a murderous glint in his eyes, staring straight at me. It is the sort that possesses wolvens after a kill, the ‘curse’ that manifests itself as bloodlust under the full moon. He snarls once, and in that moment; that sight of his claws dripping blood of his last victim, the fur that falls from his body in half-transformation, his fangs bared in a grim smile; in that flash of time, I see myself. I see a wolven brother.

Then he’s there all of a sudden, a ravener, snow white fur flashing like lightning, claws digging into Allos’ chest, spurting blood in my way of sight…

I jerk awake to the sharp sound of slapping ropes that stab at my ears without mercy. I wince, wondering why the hell it sounds so painful, until I realize that I can also hear the clip and clips of the horses’ hooves like they are next to my ears, the sound of Sirgil’s breathing, and my own tbh ping heart, I see through the woods clear as day. That only happens when I