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Spectral shrieks echoed from the bare forest, where trees had been ripped from their roots.

The people who had crossed over were afraid that those creepy things might attack them.

But the shapeless figures, the tall humanoid shadows, the weird creatures crawling or walking on hundreds of legs, didn’t even glance their way.

They were all rushing toward the ravine, and even though you couldn’t see their faces, anyone would swear their expressions were of fear... no, not fear... more like... pure terror.

Their master had arrived—and he was in a very bad mood.

*****

While Aldric and his lycans fought and helped others evolve, soaked in sweat and blood, reinforcements had arrived at the ravine.

“Daughter, thank the Goddess you’re safe, we were so worried about you,”

The first thing Sigrid and Silas did was wrap their arms around their little girl, holding her tight between them.

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry for worrying you,” Nyx said, a lump choking her throat.

Silas’s murderous glare sh