"That howl was meant as a call, not as a warning".
As Aria's pack gathered around her, her voice sliced across the clear night air. The weak echo of the far-off cry lingered, bearing an odd resonance that chilled the woodland.
Usually the sceptic, Kael closed his eyes. "A cry for what? reinforcements? As a trap? "
Luca walked next to Aria, his voice low and steady, and his mark pulsed weakly. No. Feels... older. Like something from the legends from antiquity.
Ryker snorted, his typical boldness covering discomfort. " Fantastic. As if we have not already faced with enough mythological absurdity.
Aria lifted a hand to hush them. "Whatever it is, we're not waiting for it to come to us. We proceed. These days.
Sensing great alert, the group raced over the woodland. Long shadows created by the moonlight danced and changed with every stride as it flowed through the trees.
