Chapter 77

I stepped alone into the middle of a war. Only, there was no rattle of gunfire, boom of explosions, or thunder of tanks. Instead, there was an eerie red that swallowed the world like it’d been transformed to Mars, which consumed even the sky. My own red cocooned itself around me, as if it could protect me from the jerremy shadows in this past memory that washed over the ancient woods

and the banks of the Thames.

Huh, that was what it was like to know that you’d only been a kid playing with your powers because these shadows that stormed with fury were my jerremy shadows at their most terrifying.

They were the jerremy tide and boy, were they not being controlled.

I paled, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes like that would end the horror of the scene, but when I pulled my hands away again, nothing had changed: my great-grandmother was still alone on the hill beside the Thames, decimating the werewolves.

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