TRIGGER: VIOLENCE, BLOOD. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER
Black watched as Dante run away with his captive and the wizard's body dissipated into a black mist. He reappeared in the bedroom where Light was sitting cross-legged on the bed, one hand resting on each of her knees.
Her eyes were closed and just by feeling the energy that was swirling around her, the wizard could tell she was watching over the aura-altered werewolves. He took a few steps closer to the bed and his index finger rested on the Skinwalker's chin to lift it.
Light felt the contact and opened her eyes. Her black as ink eyes gradually changed back to their normal appearance and two hazel irises stared at Black's face. A strange gleam lit them up but her features remained still.
"You have rogues who are already transformed near Red Creek, don't you?"
"Yes, they are fighting…"
