Chapter 187. Hunt for Ghouls

They both finally came to a halt when they sighted a wooden cabin inside the woods. The scent must be coming from in there. They both could feel it. It's obvious. As they started drawing closer to the wooden cabin, they started perceiving a different kind of scent. It's so awful to perceive. It was the stench of death.

"What's that smell?" Daniel quickly covered his nose. He's a werewolf now. Covering his nose will do him no good. He could still perceive that awful smell.

"Don't make a sound," Jane whispered. She's the one leading the way now since Daniel started running back because of the awful smell.

On getting close to the wooden cabin, they heard a creaking sound of the door. With haste, they both crouched down hiding in the bushes. Daniel peeped through the bushes. His eyes were drawn to a pale hairless-looking creature. "Oh, dear. What the hell is that?" he whispered.

"Get down." Jane pulled him down. She didn't want anyone to see them until they figur