I looked at the bungalow of Brandon Yearwood that I had destroyed years ago. The place had even turned worse than the situation I had put it into, if course after being abandoned for so many years it was not livable for anyone.
But my eyes caught the sight of something else, fresh footprints.
I crouched down and touched the soil, the recognition instantly passed through my cells. These footprints did not belong to any average human. It was a Lycan's footprints. I could already sense that the creature was stronger than average Lycans.
And then my eyes noticed the other footprints, it was bigger and deeper in comparison to size. Skeptically I touched the surface and a gust of harsh wind brushed past me leaving me stunned at my place.