Lycans of Lunar Isle
My teeth clacked together in protest.
“You must be quiet and stop scratching yourself. If you draw blood, we are dead.” In one smooth movement he pulled me to my feet and slung me over his back. My fingers trembled as he laced them together.
“But it feels—”
“I know how it feels,” he growled. “You must ignore it. This is the forest of Anulk. Everything, even the air, wishes to feed on you. Feed on us. Right now, until the second phase of night arrives, we are safest in the trees. That does nothing to stop the Endless, which prowl these lands. They are the eternal hunters, one of the seven horrors of this world, and we have crossed onto their territory. We are fair game to them.”
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