Chapter 11

Aldric felt like he had been pricked by just one needle. He knew that if he felt the actual measure of what meted out on his body, he would be blinded by the pain. He was healing up, but he needed to have the wounds checked first.

Back to back with him was another corpse – a most unexpected ally in this sorry venture.

Between the two, they kept the others at bay, but the ability to constantly re-knit their injuries proved infuriating, at the very least.

Aldric didn’t quite have that same ability, though he certainly regenerated from injuries a lot faster than the average werewolves.

“Why won’t they damn well die?” Aldric snarled when his swipe went bad, and the opposing corpse decided to attempt to bite him.