Chapter Twenty Three

Layla walked through the crowed of wolves, all of them staring at her and then staring at the bloodsuckers. All of them were ready for what ever was to come. Layla walked deeper and deeper into the crowed not knowing what she wanted, but she had this sense deep in her core, that told she would know when she saw it. She walked further down the line of people, meeting all their eyes at least once, just to rule them out. Layla felt on edge, knowing she needed to find, but not sure what and with each passing second her anxiousness rose. She turned and looked again, searching for her target, and finally they locked eyes. The eyes she wound were old and seemed to be blind. Layla took a step closer to her and another, the wolves all moving out of her way as she walked towards the old woman. The woman was clearly over the age of 80 or 90 and she was dressed in traditional tribe clothes. Layla stopped as she was arm-length away from the woman. The old woman stepped forward her hand reaching ou