Chapter 3: What Should I Think

The darkness swirled around them like a never-ending fog, the howl of distant wolves now seemed deafening to Jake. His heart boomed in his ears making it impossible to hear the musical laughter of Glory. She was circling around him the same way that a wolf circles a sheep right before taking out a large bite of flesh. Her eyes were flashing crimson as Jake watched helplessly as her fingers morphed into claws dazzling black fingernails growing to be a foot long each. They were meant for the rending and ripping of flesh.

But while she put on a good show for some reason Jake did not think that she would kill him but the same could not be said for her lover and her brother. Both had dark murderous looks on their face as they leaned against the tree. For once terror flooded the chest of Jake he has gone and rested in the hands of Connor and he knew that no amount of fighting training would keep him alive when it came to fighting off three wolves