Chapter 51

I ran towards the fighting area, my new form letting me move faster than I ever imagined. My improved senses were filled with the smells of blood and fear, carried by the wind. The harsh smell of evil magic in the air made me feel sick.

“Hang on, Xander,” I whispered. “I'm on my way.”

As I got closer to the fighting area, the sounds of battle hit me. The noise of swords clashing, the growls of werewolves, and the painful cries of those hurt made a chaotic ...