We race down a narrow path as the surrounding trees become more dense, blocking out the already scarce rays of sun. The grass is tall and unkept, hitting the frame of his bike like a million tiny lashes of a whip. I feel eyes on us and my skin crawls at the thought of someone following us. I wrap my arms around Damian, holding him tightly. I needed comfort more than I needed him to stop, which was why I was surprised when he did.
“What’s...” I started saying when he cut me off.
“There’s only one,” he says softly, “he is a lycan, but I believe I can take him down.” He puts his foot down and I feel the bike tilt onto the stand as he contemplates his course of action.
“This doesn’t feel right,” I whispered, “Damian, I think there’s more of them.” Without a word he opens the throttle and t
