The young warlock was seated on the edge of a cliff. A soft breeze blew over him. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Green thick trees everywhere he looked. The air so clean and fresh. Hillcrest was not a big city, but it still couldn’t compare to the feel of virgin land. No houses, no roads, no cars, just vegetation and animals.
He sighed, closed his eyes and threw his head back. He could almost feel his powers regenerate as he connected with nature. But as much as he wanted to relax and enjoy it, he couldn’t. He was on edge. Tense and anxious.
The cliff he sat on was within the pack lands. Talk about tempting the devil. He was far enough away from the homes, but that didn’t fool him for one second that he was safe.
He couldn’t do a cloaking spell, that would
