Chapter Eighty Five

Fire:

“That's it, there's the signal!” Curt yelled his body vibrating with happiness as he began to move. He stopped short looking to Norris.

Norris sighed loudly and at Curt but inside his wolf was vibrating with pure adrenaline and rage, waiting and wanting to cause havoc and pain on Arkyn’s pack. Curt’s eyes glossed over as he informed the pack and they began to move out of the woods, like shadow figures of the night.

The glow of the bright orange flames catching the wood on fire brighter the dark area. Conan lunged at Jonah sinking his teeth into his leg and tossing him towards the flames. Jonah let out a loud yell as Conan stalked towards him, teeth snarling and chopping. A loud bang pushed Conan back and the bright flash that lit up the area made everyone shield their eyes.

Garold pushed through the crowd of men, all of them not reacting and all stunned at what just happened. Even Jonah’s men were not sure what the explosion was. Everyone was trying to get their bearings back.