Chapter: 13. BEWITCHED.

****** Conri was in a rage as he sped down the part which leads to Darevil. He was angry as he rushed through the woods, the sound of his breath echoing in his ears, the wind whipping around him like an angry ghost, as it blew his long dark hair into a wild mess, like a dark tornado. A wind that came from nowhere, a sudden wind that was not supposed to be there. Brushed past his furs and it prickled sharply as if he had just suffered a first-degree burn but in his furry, he didn't take notice of it. His footsteps were amplified by the heavy foliage and it filled the air with a deep roar. Conri's anger had not eased since he heard the news the Werewolf brought before them but now it became all-encompassing and overwhelming. It swelled up from his chest like some invisible monster ready to burst out through him. He could feel himself going over the edge, he could feel his blood boiling with his Lycan. The wind pushed against him harshly making him feel dizzy from brushing against his eye