Chapter 50. Taken Away

‘Is Rakiz Lemoir still alive? Why isn’t he answering?’ Thoughts ran amock inside Diana’s mind.

Closing her eyes, Diana’s ears stopped twitching.

She leaped to the next branch with her eyes close. At this moment, she was seeing things through closed eyelids in three dimensions. The falling leaves around her, the winds whipping her face, the sun peeking through branches, even the vibration of the forest floor – she could see it all. Her direction still heading to the blur of a black patch, but only then, it was not just a shadowy blur.

Its paws created a trembling thud on the forest floor. Its musky smell fanned over the unconscious Rakiz Lemoir which made Diana’s wolf howl at the back of her mind. And its rancid aura whipped around him like a veil of black smoke. There was only one creature that got these characteristics… feral rogues.

Feral rogues were not that many in number.

They did not multiply through breeding. They evolved. From rogues that had eaten at