Phrocylan & The Tree of Life (The Spirit of the Tree Book 1)

Chapter Ten Half: Wolves

We heard a howl.

We all stopped dead in our tracks as soon as we heard a yell loud enough to force elephants out of their tracks, panicking and hiding.

We tried to find out where the sound came from, but it seemed to be coming from all directions.

Fortunately, all of us were trained for extreme reflexes and emergency situations- and I mean all, since every single camper dropped their items, pulled up their weapons and lined up in a defensive position, perfectly coordinated, back to back and circling the camp items, in about 10 seconds.

I was on the east flank, with Cylla and Yorul on my shoulders, Hectar continuing on Yoruls' and Ru, Agasthus, Molto and so on.

I had my silver and gold sword in my hands, I don't even know when I took it out, but it glowed in my hands with a faint yellow light.

Cylla had her axe in her hand, now 3 feet long, so I guessed the knife-axe was her usual axe with magic. Yorul held a bow and arrow, and Hectar wielded an axe that was 5 foot long, with double sided blades. Their points were so sharp it would've made a lion's canines look blunt.

Then it came again- the howling of a creature and screaming of many others.

I had only the time to mutter out, "Wol-" before a pack gathered all around us, the black and white manes of silver and bronze wolves, with grinding teeth and red glowing eyes, with 3 people in the midst, all three looking suspiciously like wolf headed humans.. Then I realised they were wolf-headed humans. I guessed they would be the leaders of the pack.

The tallest one came forward and howled, "Suremus Josine. Frovine Yov. We have been expecting you. Surrender, or risk your heirumphia."