Bab 46: A Royalty's Closing Remarks

Gabriel stood on a cliff, his unusually red eyes having a bird's eye view of the werewoods. His senses were heightened to catch even the slightest of movements. His claws now dug deep into his palm creating a pool of blood beneath him but he didn't seem to care.

And like a predator who had caught his prey, his eyes narrowed upon spotting some movement in the center of the dense trees. He bit his lower lip, his fangs cutting through it to form a thin line of blood, before he leapt from a crazy distance. Fortunately, he landed with all his limbs intact!

He raised his eyes at the direction of the scent he now picked; fresh human blood! A snarl, and he leapt into the woods in a speed comparable to a blur.