the victorian's at it again

The world was becoming restless, as though giving space for something lifechanging to brew. As the wolves from Congo were making their way to meet the savior, more incidences like the ones they had experienced were becoming more and more rampant. They had now lost six of their mates, left strangled and dead.

This had infuriated Chilemba to point that he could be seen to shake with anger. He could not fathom what the hell had been going on, and on the other hand the seer kept talking in parables, yet one thing was clear. They were facing an unprecedented level of danger from something unknown and if this continued, they would not be able to get to their destination.

Taking a deep breath, Chilemba turned to instruct his pack members to keep forging on, maybe the only help they could get was when they finally made it to their destination. Looking at the sky, Chilemba could feel himself sick with worry over what was happening. There was too much going on, they were going