Gregor The Overlander 6 Novels & Stories

“Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.” I was already pulling on my boots. “Where’s Silas?” “Gone ahead,” she said, tone clipped. “Of course.” Of course, he had. I shifted mid-run, the bones cracking clean as Nyx surged forward and took control. Her body moved like lightning through the trees, leaping over fallen logs, paws pounding the ground in a rhythm older than language. The moment I reached the ridge, I smelled them. Rot. Decay. Something like burnt fur and iron.

According to June's suggestion, they should travel from the west side in order to have a better chance of reaching the summit without freezing to death and without the lycan patrol on their tail. Their human train ride was only a few hours away, and they were all very excited about it. They were also hoping that there would be no lycans guarding the tracks on their way to the summit. They took a walk around the neighborhood and visited an abandoned library, where they learned a lot about the history of their region. They took a detailed map in case they got lost. To ensure that they would be prepared for any unexpected attacks, the trio brought guns and extra green liquid in case they became

Elder walks over to the map held out by Gregory Mansfield. “We have extended our domain over the closest packs to Cirenda land but one has been of great resistance and difficulties' 'Gregory reports. Ciranda teased his face so hard, one could taste the bitterness he felt from within. He hated bad news more than any other. “The witch Coven?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the man. Greggory was not willing to say more but he had to.