Chapter 108 Shadows Of Vengeance

• Eight hours. My paws pound the forest floor like drums of war, but the bastard is nowhere. Every trail I follow twists, bends, and scatters like smoke in the wind. My wolf’s breath fogs the air, rage simmering beneath my skin.
• I halt, nostrils flaring. Corrupted energy burns faintly in the air, black and sour. My uncle’s stench. But it slips away mockingly, splitting into three separate paths as if the land itself is laughing at me.
• “Fan out,” I snarl, my command ripping into the bones of the trackers and warriors around me. They lower their heads and scatter, paws shredding the undergrowth as they obey. Even the trees seem to bow beneath my power, yet the trail remains elusive.