CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

"Found them! Larry and a few others are down this ditch." A warrior screamed.

"Andrew?" Laura screamed, abandoning the crying female and sprinting towards the ditch.

"Is Andrew there?" She panted, then looked into the deep opening in the ground where bodies of werewolves were piled up. "There's no telling, I can only make out Larry." She sighed.

Douglas arrived shortly, she could feel the anxiety seeping out of his pores.

"Is he there?" He asked, then looked into the ditch.

"Fuck." He snarled, "get them out of there."

In a few minutes, they retrieved the wolves in the ditch. Most of them were severely wounded or dead. Luckily Larry was unscathed but was still unconscious. A head count of all the rescued werewolves revealed that it was just Andrew and Derek that were still missing.

Laura clenched her fist, then ran her hands through her hair.

Douglas growled. His power rushed through the air like a dust haze. Birds and other animals around them scampered for safety.

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