Rayne walked away from the spot where he had just murdered those deadly creatures. He was done annihilating all the Coyotes, but after several hours of searching for the women kidnapped from the town and his men, he couldn't see any.
His brows furrowed, making his forehead form a few creases. He clicked his tongue and ruffled his hand through his hair.
The dense forest was filled with the noise of crickets and some other animals. The rabbit hopped away to see him, but Rayne was more concerned about the rare magic split in the forest, which suddenly stopped him from getting out of the woods.
He knew there would be a full moon tonight, and this is what every werewolf fears the most. The full moon usually comes with weakening werewolves of their power, reducing them to nothing but a fra
