Chapter 17 The Transformations of Werewolves

Clayton sighed. He cleaned the jeans and t-shirts he was wearing from dirt.

Sonya wiped her face with her backhand. It could be seen that she was still in shock about what happened just now. 'Like a dream in broad daylight!' She put one hand on her waist and circulated her gaze around her. Heavy rain only occurred in the Sacred Land while outside the area was dry as if there were not any single raindrops fell.

Clayton took her water bottle from her backpack and gave it to her. He was staring and moving his body around to examine the sites. It was so quiet only the voice of rustling wind that human’s hearing sense could capture. No birds were chirping, no sounds of the rupturing twigs as wild bunnies or wild animals stepping on them. They didn’t even see butterflies flying in the weeds.

Clayton tried to calm himself as he took a seat on the boulder, otherwise, he was only sitting on it for a few seconds before getting up and flashing every inch of the boulder with the torch of his phon