Twelve:
Red flashes kept assaulting my vision. Something unbelievable lurked on the fringe of my sight.
“What choice did ye have?”
I growled in anger. My eyes swept over the dusky-lit steaming string of water. It was on the side of a small cliff in the middle of the forest trail. The water was surprisingly clear and bubbled and steam rose. My rage was nearly even with the primal sense of danger I experienced.
There was an unshakeable feeling in the air. Beyond the pleasant aroma of the mineral-rich water. The depths of the wilds called to me like a siren song. Lycans were all around me, yet none in my direct location. This was the first proper moment of peace I’d felt since walking into this city. The silence was nearly deafening. Cicadas chirped loudly intermittently. Something in t
