It's Saturday evening and the Cahill kids have studied all that there is to know about hunting wolves. They also know that a hunter who gets bitten must kill themselves before they turn. Chasing the Crescent Valley pack, as the mage had said, was the only way to find the witch that broke the veil. They would cross wolves and risk being bitten. They had to be prepared.
Lisa was determined to find her sister at all costs.
Inside Boston's pine woods, a few kilometres away from downtown, Lisa's jeep wrangler pulled to a stop. Damien was driving, and he stepped down, clad in a wool fleece jacket and a beanie. The weather was chiller than other days. Rule hopped out from the back seat and joined his brother behind, at the jeeps trunk.
It was a full moon tonight, and it was the perfect time to set a trap for their targets. Marcus had instructed them to set up the sound stick batons at different angles of the Pine and oak wood forest.
