CHAPTER 134 ONE MORE TIME.

The sound around them grew louder, and the three of them got even more alarmed. Anya carefully moved her hand to her mystic sword, ready to use it if anything happened. They all held their breaths, willing themselves to be as still as possible. Voices followed in their footsteps. The voices were very rough and searching, some of which Claire recognized instantly. "Where are those bastards?" The trail stops here." A deep, authoritative voice snapped, followed by another voice that replied, "They could be anywhere around, or they could have gone farther. I'm not sure they want to stick around. They should want to run as far as possible and could be on their way to one of the Pack around here. Who's got a map?" The three of them instantly felt better at the prospect of the men leaving immediately, but it was soon canceled out when the general's rough voice came back. "Have you forgotten that people also get tired when they run? No matter what kind of adrenaline supply they are on,