“Where is he?” I asked.
No one answered before Killian sent out a howl just as loud as the one heard earlier when he sprinted out in a run. Before the subject could be approached, Nixon and Thorne were following suit at a speed impeccable, nearing their uncle.
“What are they doing?” Max asked.
“They’re getting ready, to intercept him.” Amorah said.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see-“ just as her sentence ended an eerie and powerful howl came from the direction to which they were facing-a howl almost dualed in comparison.
“Roman?” Max inquired shakily.
“Roman.” Amorah replied.
“This-is-awesome.” Max scoffed.
Just as Killian, Thorne and Nixon neared the woods, the inhuman beast dashed out of the trees as their forms transitioned on sight, their
