Lycans Favorite Rogue

The shortness of breath can cause our lungs to burst at any moment.

We have been running for miles now and are close to the cave where we live. If we can make it there, we will be saved from the clutches of two colossal Lycans who are hot on our heels. Judging by their prominent wolf features, they must hold high ranks in their race.

"Hang in there, Xanne. We're almost home, just a few more miles," I urged my best friend.

Thank God, we were able to shift in time; these two possess incredible speed that leaves us in awe. We were able to get a big head start since they didn't anticipate us leaving, which confused them before starting the chase. However, our lead is quickly diminishing since their pace is relentless; they are gaining ground.

'Yes, we're almost there. Once we hit the imperceptible barrier, we will be safe,' Xanne replied, panting in the mind link.

As Era, my wolf, strides to cover the last bit of distance, we finally arrive at Xanne's mystically built wall. Concealed from everyone's sight lies our secure refuge, a cave. With a long jump, Era nimbly passes through the invisible veil, and we land on the sandy ground inside. To my left, I notice Jeva, Xanne's wolf, also flopping down, gasping for breath.

We shift into our human forms and lean against the wall of the cave, trying to regain our strength.

"That was close, Cissy. How were they able to scent us? The potion is all over us," Xanne asked, astonished.

I can't help but chuckle; undoubtedly, Lycan instincts are undeniably sharper than those of ordinary werewolves. We crossed paths with them unexpectedly and were unable to take precautions.

"I think we require a more powerful one that is capable of withstanding Lycans as well," I laughed. "Meeting this breed in this area was unforeseen. They are typically found in Canada; we encountered them sooner than planned."

All of a sudden, a menacing growl catches our attention, and we turn to look back in the direction we had just come from. There we see them again, scanning the surroundings, apparently baffled that we could have disappeared in the blink of an eye. Why were they in Crescent Moon anyway? An Alpha installation isn't really a great event for Lycans to step out of their nest.

They thoroughly search every nook and cranny of the terrain, peering behind each leaf and rock formation, digging deep into the bushes for clues, but to no avail. After some time, they look at each other in despair before starting another cycle of rigorous investigation.

Xanne and I are now screaming with laughter, tumbling around on the ground.