Chapter Fifty-Three: The deathly fields

Chapter Fifty-Three

Malcolm POV

FLASHBACK CONTINUES

“What- I’m not going to die-“ Morgan didn’t get to finish his words as a growl from far off set us quiet. I swallowed and my eyes met with Hannah who was already in a fighting stance. If it was anything that made me like Hannah, it was due to the fact that she wasn’t a liability.

She ranked among the top ten best in track and field and was a worthy opponent in hand combat but she was quite the person to move against the crowd. It surprised me that she was here because of who her brother was in the pack. Her family were well to do and they were of a prestigious line.

“We need to leave this place, it’s too bare if we want to live. Let’s go inside, it’s best to camouflage our scent with that of the freshly washed soil in the swamps.” She said and then I watched the rest of the come out from the shin trees. We were seven in total, all of which I recognized from my peer, and it was the set who had come of age to activate the werewolf cur