Chapter 50 A Creature From The Underworld

• The unidentified werewolves, however, continued their relentless pursuit, launching themselves into soaring leaps, using the trees to ​ speed and momentum. Jezebel's ragged breaths came in frantic gasps, her body slick with sweat as she drove herself forward.
• Her life was hanging precariously in the balance and until she reached a safe distance, she wouldn't let it tip. The mission that had brought her to this desperate point still burned in her mind - to transform humans in the whole of New Orleans and the world into witches.
• The woods, with their numerous tree stands, had been her only salvation so far, providing a temporary barrier between her and the relentless werewolves hot on her heels.