Arendt chased me into the woods. Though Arendt possessed an incredible pace, it still lacked, compared to mine.
I entered deep into the woods to get rid of Arendt. I succeeded in increasing the distance between us, but I failed to keep track of the path to return to the wolf realm.
"Am I lost?" I questioned myself. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to sense the scent of blood.
I could feel the war far away. I raked my fingers through my hair, getting annoyed. I should have just fought Arendt, I thought.
All my senses became cautious as the sound of light footsteps on dry leaves pierced through the air. Shortly, a few wolves appeared.
"Rogues," I muttered.
The wolves growled, baring their fangs at me. There was no alternative but to fight them. Unleashing my power would inform Arendt of my presence.
