CHAPTER 297

ENURRUA

DAY FORTY-THREE

The roar was the first thing Isra heard, and he knew immediately what it was. He and Boreal were in wolf form, and had spent the last day slowly circling the village of Otiem at a ten kilometer range, as they watched vehicles and ships approach almost hourly. They had pulled back towards the cave they were staying in, roughly thirty kilometers west of the village. It was set in a small mountain range and gave them excellent visual coverage of the village from even that distance. As they near the place where they could change and move up into the mountains the roar reached them. A savage roar of a dragon.