Vione stood frozen. Her intuition grew uneasy as more signs of the werewolf's presence registered in her senses. She scanned the area, her eyes piercing the darkness. Damn, I am surrounded.
The rustling of leaves and bushes disturbed the previously quiet forest. Slowly but surely, one by one, they began to reveal themselves.
Vione's guess was correct. She was surrounded by an uncountable number of werewolves, and among them was the one she least wanted to meet.
"Mireya."
Mireya stepped out of the darkness of the night, smiling. "Vione, we finally meet again."
It was the meeting Vione feared. She knew that Mireya was trouble, and meeting her meant trouble ahead. Especially since Mireya had brought a considerable number of warriors with her.
Vione's expression changed. The uneasy feeli
