Haunted Wood I see you in my dreams

Germanicus said nothing but nodded and stepped into a position for himself.

Crowfeather appeared different in the daylight. The dark wolf’s hackles bristled along his back. The glint of his dull lantern eyes darted to various points on the man’s body. Each touch of his gaze to that handsome frame was a fueling one.

The shadow moved with a swift aim for the man’s breast. The movement was quick, almost vicious. Crowfeather seemed to have abandoned his careful measures.