Chapter 158: _ Liam is Gone
Fergus slipped out of the house, the bag containing Cullen’s bones slung casually over his shoulder. He moved with the nonchalance of a seasoned thief with his senses heightened by the adrenaline of his secret mission.
He couldn’t risk being caught with the bag. If he was caught, his entire mission would be jeopardized.
As he ventured deeper into the pack’s territory, the devastation wrought by the recent attack became painfully evident. Burnt houses, like skeletal remains, stood as grim testaments to the battle. Haggard-looking people toiled amidst the wreckage, salvaging what little they could.
Homeless families huddled together with their faces etched with despair. A dark satisfaction bloomed in Fergus’ chest. The havoc unleashed by his kind was a prelude to the ultimate victory which filled him with a morbid sense of pleasure.
There was nothing as sweet as sniffing despair in the air. It was intoxicating, strong, and delicious.
Suddenly, two approaching figures caught his eyes – Isleen and Lupe closing in with their faces looking like they had seen better days. Fergus ducked behind a crumbling wall, his eyes on them fixated as he didn’t want to get spotted.
He waited until they were safely past before continuing his journey towards the woods. No matter if he had taken the form of a werewolf, he would remain a silent predator blending into the shadows.
The moment he stepped beneath the dense woods, a clamor of wolf scents assaulted his nostrils. Unease prickled his skin. What was going on? Why were so many werewolves gathered in this secluded area?
Trusting his instincts, Fergus pushed himself further, relying on his vampiric speed to weave through the undergrowth. He was no longer concerned with hiding, he needed to understand.