Rogue Vampires

Sweat dripped down Lucas' forehead and back as his feet thundered against the forest floor. The smell of pine and autumn leaves whirled around him and music blasted into his ears from the earbuds in them while he jumped over a fallen trunk. He was running in his human form and not his wolf form like he wanted to but it still felt freeing nonetheless.

It was dawn and he had already checked the road that Willard had summoned the hellhounds on to see if he had filled the bottomless holes back. They were filled and the scorch marks created on the ground by the hellhounds along with the blood and bodies of the hybrids were no longer there. He only hoped that Willard had really sent the hellhounds back.