Kaelen Vance was tangled up tight in the vines, completely immobilized like a trapped beast. He kept thrashing like mad, howling non-stop: "Awooo—"
In the stillness of the night, the sound cut through crystal clear.
It was part rage, part desperate cry for help.
The back mountain wasn't far from the tribe. Everyone in the entire tribe heard it.
The females lying in their sleep, the cubs, and the Old Beastmen left behind in the tribe all jolted awake, instantly sparking a storm of curses.
"Who's out there losing their mind in the middle of the night? Howling like a damn ghost!"
Some wanted to go check the back mountain, but chickened out.
Why bother with trouble? Each went back to sleep; not their business anyway.
Lyle Sutton's situation.
He hadn't slept a wink tonight, pacing back and forth inside his stone hut, brows knotted. Clearly, he was waiting for results.
Hearing the wolf howls from the back mountain, he knew things had already kicked off.
