Mathew knew that Rachel was in torment and needed him. He did not know where she was or even why she was desperately calling for him.
He looked and the moon, it was full, that boded nothing but danger. The Warewolves would be out hunting, the humans would be on high alert … The elves and dwarfs, those that were left would be in hiding.
After a short while for thought, Mathew finished drinking the blood of the deer he had killed. He reasoned he needed all the strength he could get. Then he set off in the direction his instincts were drawing him, towards the sea.
Moving at the speed of light Mathew sped west, his mind in a turmoil what was wrong with Rachel why could he feel so much of her anguish. He past villages, towns, and a city the smell of human blood kept calling to…
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