The Nightclaw town had become a distant memory as the small blonde wolf raced further and further away from the pack's gate.
The forest trees passed in a blur as the wolf hurried in anxious anticipation of its secret destination.
The wolf headed toward the outskirts of the Nightclaw territory, past the safety zones of the last guarded outpost, and into the hunting lands of the wolves, where two savage lycans awaited in the darkness.
The wolf snarled at the sight of the two men, who had almost identical grins on their faces that immediately turned sinister as the first male's eyes glowed a wicked orange hue.
Tribal rings were tattooed around the arms and muscles of the savages, and their eyes held domination and a thirst for darkness.
"Your little snarl will do you no good here, pup; n
