AXEL
Cold breeze sends a chill skittering across my skin.
Silver Creek. The name feels foreboding on my lips as my thoughts peel back to the creature from yesterday.
Dreadborn, The Lycan of Silver Creek.
We're in the home of the golden-eyed wolf.
Rakim and Miles move towards the jungle by the edge, and I stride to meet Shane by the mouth of the cliff where he stands. We both watch in silence as the waves tousle loudly, crashing onto the rocks below. High-pitched cries sound above us, where a flight of mountain eagles soar in a circle in the clouds.
“Here,” Shane says, offering me a small rock. He takes one glance at the water below, then nods. “Go for it.”
Tossing the stone into the ocean, I count four seconds before the rock hits the water with a small splash.
Hell. “That’s
