Chapter 59

Brandon trudged the dark, bushy path that led to the biggest lake in the lycan territory. It was unfrequented, especially at this time of the night when most people would be having celebrations or games. But he knew where he had to be. He had been here before, years ago. Then another a year ago. He could not believe he was coming here agin.

He swallowed, holding the fur shawl tight in his hand. The first thing that greeted him was the light smell of blood.

His lycan was impossibly sensitive to it, and he walked even faster, towards the clearing.

There were a few grey wolves on the floor, each killed in the most merciless way. The claws of their killer sliced through their flesh. One was whimpering almost sadly on the floor, blood spilled around the entire place.

He tore his gaze away from the mess, and turned to Conaan. He was sitting in the midst of them, his hand supporting him up, his eyes overlooking the water.

It felt like the calm after the storm. Or a m