Chapter 25

It was dark, but the bright moonlight helped illuminate the night, so bright that a werewolf could see brightly without gleaming their wolf eyes. The rain descended heavily from the firmament, and Michael found himself standing under the cloudburst in the middle of the scanty forest; he had no idea of the exact place he was.

He hurried to search for a place to hide to avoid getting drenched by the rain. He stopped and studied himself, noticing he wasn't getting wet by the rain. It took him some time to realise that he was in Nicholas's memory. He wondered why Nicholas had brought him here.

A while later, he heard sounds. It was not the rumbling of thunder, nor was it the roaring of winds, or the heavy rain drops that fell to the ground; it was heartbeats. He heard two heartbeats. Listening closely, he heard indistinct voices. He ventured deeper into the forest, trying to locate where the voice came from. He shuffled through the trees, and the voice became vivid. He walked further ti