More screams erupted as everyone scattered, a few brave souls running for the broken part of the circle, Zen thought to try to save her, but they cast quick spells to light the post up again, closing the circle and leaving her to her fate.
“They’re here! They’re already here!”
Zen spun toward the voice, his hands still clutching Enki’s back. People were retreating from where they’d tried to run, fanning out away from specific townsfolk—who weren’t townsfolk but monsters, writhing and changing beneath the light of the full moon.
“Werewolves!” Enki cried.
There was too little time to breathe, yet alone think, as Enki pulled Zen from the square to find a place of refuge. There wasn’t only one werewolf, but many, so many, all shifting form and then launching upon the villagers, who had onl
