CHAPTER 126: WOLVES WITH SPIKES

Shirley sat in the dimly lit room, her hands trembling slightly as she thought of the gravity of what Zack said. Her shadow and Dahlia danced on the walls, and for a moment, she thought it was the job of a spell. "Now is not the right time for rogue wolves to be ravaging. "Werewolves with spikes in their eyes don't sound like rogue wolves. What do they sound like to you? Tell me Dahila Probably wolves from a pack that has given their heart for more power. More power or not, the threat is near if they're out there. They're not just wolves— a new kind of danger." Shirley's eyes widened as Zack mentioned, "A new kind of danger." "What is it, Shirley?" Dahila asked. Studying Shirley closely "I think I dreamt about this." Shirley's eyes widened; she closed and furrowed her brows, trying to remember the dream. "About this day? Zack asked dismissively. I was pacing about the room. "It happens to me sometimes, too. Sometimes, when someone says something, I assume I've lived this day