AN ATTACK III

Derek listened attentively as Shane’s father, Mr Shaw, narrated the incidents that had been considered an attack to the pack. The other end of the pack, to the north, which mostly was occupied by ‘lone’ pack members who cherished their solitude like monks, had been on the receiving end of the attacks.

Although none died, quite many were injured. Derek was surprised that they were even able to defend themselves against the creatures which the attacked had described as looking as black shadows. He sighed as he remembered what they were; shadow warriors.

How would they defeat something like that? It was obviously made of magic. Werewolves were anything but that.

A sarcastic smile slithered across his lips as he remembered that Clem’s father, Caden, had been so eager to go and fight back. Perhaps he should have let the old man go. He thought, musing. He didn’t understand the man’s ‘hotness’ when he didn’t know the full story. All because of the stupid motion that Claire should become th