CHAPTER SIXTY

Even with the blazing restriction on his nerves due to the poison traveling through every system in his body, Clyde saw a survivor who was one of the attackers. He grabbed him by the neck and dashed for the woods. He could self-heal but needed time to do that.

“I'll only ask once. Who put you up to this?” he queried the attacker as he flew into midair with him, barely holding his collar.

Fear overwhelmed the masked man as he kicked his hanging feet, begging for his dear life. “I'll tell you everything. It's Jim Copley. He…”

Clyde let him loose from that height, blanking whatever he wanted to say. The landing attacker's yells filled the forest.

Clyde's mind was racing with anger and fear as he made his way to Jim Copley's heavily guarded mansion. He knew that he had to confront the man responsible for the attack on the police station, and he didn't care what it took to get his revenge. Also, it was possible because he picked a peculiar scent from the guy he had interrogated and followe