Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]
One was a detailed statue of strip of water being poured out through a giant jar; the other was a frightening structure of a reared wolf with its claws bared.
"Sometimes I feel as if it was frozen in time, and could come roaring and attacking the whole pack at any second," Nayla said, reaching out to the wolven statue with a dark finger, only to quickly withdraw it.
Staring at the mountainous statue, I silently agreed: it was that life-like.
On we went, through the open gates and down a barren path.
Low hanging leaves and overgrown vegetation obscured and choked up another opening. Nayla went ahead to clear it up, I went on to help out. When we'd gotten to the other side, my jaw slackened. I