Hundred and Thirty-Two.

“LYON!” Another loud voice calling his name jolted him awake, “what’s wrong? You just spaced out.” Elen said.

Lyon had thought that the voice was going to be the same as the one he’d heard when the wolbear wanted to attack him and he was glad it wasn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “something just happened and I had to—“ his voice trailed off as he shrugged.

Something was definitely wrong with him, that’s the only way he could possibly explain all the things that’s been happening right now.

He was hallucinating and right now there was something unusual on Abraham’s face. He closed his eyes and when he opened it, the thing was gone.

“These Shadows are messing with us,” Lyon smirked, his fist clenched and his anger for the shadows wouldn’t stop rising to the brim.

“I can’t let them toy with us anymore,” he said firmly, his brows furrowing and Elen and Abraham coming to the notice that he’s serious.

“You can go to bed, Elen, you won’t go crazy,” Lyon said, sneering as he looked into her e

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