They weaved through the trees faster than the breeze, their speed soaring exponentially in their wolf form.
Silas concluded there were many more of them than on the night of their previous meeting.
Indeed, when their howls echoed like thousands, it meant they were a dozen, but the baying reflected tens of thousands… That was when their numbers exceeded the dozen.
The vampire stood behind the gates of the property, awaiting their Alpha to exit the forest and face him.
The cracking of bones reached his ears before Cynric's morphing figure came into view. The rest of them followed shortly after him.
By then, the gates separating them were completely open.
When they finally landed on their feet, their Alpha spoke first, "You have something of mine,"
That night, Cynric's features weren't as… Flexible as per his usual. He cracked no joke, not even at Silas' depends.
