The quiet forest was not so quiet that day. People were running around, looking for the Night Shade Wolf.
Damian was among them, but he was different. He was as quiet as a snake crawling before pouncing on its prey. No one could hear him, and no one could see him. He was an agile man, jumping from tree to tree.
He was not using his invisibility cloak or his telekinesis to fly. Those were meant to stay as secret weapons. The power and mastery Damian had over his own body was more than enough to fight the wolf.
It took Damian three hours to track down the wolf. He found it at the top of a tree, sleeping as if it were its home.
The wolf's eyes opened when Damian got close. They were deep purple, and the wolf's fur was black. It was at least three times the size of an ordinary wolf, and there was a purple energy around its body.
Damian drew his sword, the one he had bought in Ishgand. "Come to me," he said, entering a fighting stance.
