Chapter Twenty-three

Adolphus lay by the trunk of the beyonga tree, hiding from that beast. His chest had been clawed by the beast and it seemed as if, from every claw he got, his life force was being drawn out from him. This was a product of pure dark magic and he was with no immortal tool to use against the beast to defeat this creature.

He would have to summon his werewolves and he hoped they would be smart to bring an advantage other than spears and stakes to an immortal battle. So, he mustered strength and shifted to his wolf form as he howled loud enough through the forest.

As expected, the beast heard him howl and understood he was trying to call for help. Although the echo of the howl was felt throughout the woods making it difficult for a non-wolf to locate, it was smart to locate Adolphus by the scent of his blood. It was too strong to evade.

Adolphus knew by now, the beast would have gotten his scent and would be on its way to finish the job it was created to do. He also knew he would probab