CHAPTER 83: The Brywood pack

As they sped through the night, Elodia's mind hovered around what just occurred to her. It seems her life now revolves around the werewolves no matter how much she wants to escape this life. Her black hair with white roots swayed in the wind as Jethro raced away from those wolves. Suddenly, the bushes and trees adjacent to the road in which they ran began shaking signifying they were not alone. The rustling of the bushes continued as they raced as if following them. Howls erupted from the bushes making Elodia's heart stop. "Umm, Mr. Wolf man. I do very much hope those are your friends calling and not another enemy" Elodia whispered to the black wolf as it ran. Her body bounced as she tried to hold its fur tight to prevent falling from its back. The wolf shook its head at her question, making Elodia almost shout in terror. More enemy wolves. As they maneuvered through the corners to continue their run, The wolf stopped at what they saw in front of them. Elodia's eyes widened