Desperate Measures... For the Pack!

The Latent Stealth Dog raced wildly through the thick vegetation, ducking to avoid a large root and twisting to go around tree trunks. In short time, it clambered up the cliffs, racing to its cave with a furiously panting heart.

'Yasmin, I still don't understand it. Who are those people? And what can I do to remove the mark imprint on me?' Earlier on, he had felt a tremendous wash of fear and darkness when he entered the forest. Just after when Yasmin informed him he had a fugitive mark in his soul, an imprint of an asterisk etched in his soul space, beside his soul.

Just then, footsteps rapped closer on the rocky plains outside the cave. Panicking he thrust his frame outside in a flight of fight response.

Bayo froze, seeing the lean figures in black gowns staring coldly at him with fang tips protruding from their upper lips.

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