CHAPTER 11

Enzo’s eyes turn green as he looks at Enola. He turns to his wolf breaking from the shackles.

‘Get on my back.’ He speaks to Enola telepathically. She holds her mother by the hand.

‘Come on.’

They both mount him, he dashes right through the swarm, running out of the cellar. He runs fast along the streets of the city, gaze bore on them; for the people had never seen such a thing. He howls loudly as he passes through the city gates, he calls to his pack.

‘He’s alive, he’s lives still,’ Earl rejoices.

Declan runs to his father. ‘Did you hear, Enzo, he calls for us, what are we waiting for?’ They both change alongside the others, racing towards Enzo’s howling call. Enzo was being chased by a pack of dark wolves, as he enters the woods.

‘We can’t out run them for long,’ Flora says.

‘He knows, Papa’s got a plan. He says trust me.’ He then stops.

The place seemed familiar to Flora.

‘This was where you first met,’ Enola speaks.