Chapter 175 - A Rising Against the Camp

With his werewolf senses sharpened, Damien rushed through the woods with the smell of earth and timber. A eerie movement of shadows flickered in the corners of his eyes as the moonlight danced through the woods. He moved farther into the forest, his concentration fixed on the task at hand, his paws pounding the woodland floor and the leaves and twigs crunching beneath him. Suddenly, two swiftly approaching figures flashed by him, hardly distinguishable against the forest's background. Even in his heightened state, Damien could hardly keep up with the unsettling speed at which they circled him. He slowed to a stop, breathing heavily and narrowing his eyes as he looked around him suspiciously. “Alright, you both can come out now” he shouted into the woods. A little silence ensued, followed by the figures speeding by him once more and stopping directly in front of him. Damien sensed their mocking enjoyment as they remained there motionless like statues. “Don't you two get tire