CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

The ghoul which was beginning to land heavy punches on Penelope who was barely conscious stopped and turned its neck three hundred and sixty degrees till it was staring at Harold with dark hollows dug into its head, representing his eyes.

It was true what Trisha had guessed. The 'shadows' which they now knew as ghouls had been barely visible down in the cavern. Now they were although smoky, a lot lot easier to spot. It had to do with the full moon.

"The long arm of the goddess will always catch up with you," it responded before returning to pummeling on Penelope whose hair had peeled off her head and was scattered all over with touches of red blood here and there.

Harold turned to look at Derek. He looked like a convulsing patient and his eyes had turned pure black. He was still on the ground, making quick, sudden jerks but nothing more.

Harold let his wolf which was beginning to chew on his insides as it ached to b