It was morning. Early morning, the night sky slowly gave way to the light of day. The protection the darkness had offered slowly faded away and left him staring around like a lost petrified sheep. The trees offered little to no cover. Well, the trees would never offer much cover unless he could camouflage like a chameleon, which he was not.
The warlock crouched down closer to the ground. Every instinct told him to turn around and head back the way he had come. This was suicidal and stupid, he thought to himself. He was so close to the pack homes; he could hear the sounds of children playing on the grass. He could actually make out most of the activities around the homes.
He had made up his mind to do the honorable thing but now that he was literally about to enter the wolf
