{Casper’s Pov}

We exited the stone tent with fear and trembling. Dreading the fact one wrong move could alert that monster.

Mom leaned heavily on me, her breath shallow but steady, her steps slow. I had one arm around her waist, the other showing my extended claws. We had to be alert. The scent of the camp’s carnage clung to us both — smoke, blood, and that metallic scent from the shackles.

We didn't make it far before a whistle split the air.

And I froze, staring in the distance as ...