Chapter 24 Empty-handed

• SERAPHINA
• Perhaps the Goddess had taken my words too seriously during the challenge, when I’d wondered how much worse things could get. Now, I was being chased by four disgusting werewolves, their snarls echoing through the trees like a death knell.
• Worse being seen by Dante, and ahead of me stood a massive figure. A regal, black wolf loomed in the clearing, carved from the shadows of midnight itself, blood dripping from his maw. A tiger. Dead and broken, lay at his feet.