Chapter 18 – Pack of Monsters

RHETT

Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

“We will take the quickest route to MacTire and from there we will travel to Mir,” I say as Finn and Mason rise and stretch. “Travis will have transportation for us once we hit the border.” I pull my socks and then my boots on. Taking my time to lace them up.

We had been gone for five days already. That only gave us another week to come back with the dagger.

Morgan wanted to perform the ritual under the blood moon. That was only nine nights away.

The familiar feeling of pent-up frustration mixed with anxiety began to creep over me. My hand shook as I finished tying my boots. Nine nights only. I could only think about what I was tasked to do. And that was not retri