293. Third-party

In the thick, dense forest, Tarzon and his fellow white wolves patrolled, most of them running around as if looking for something.

"I can't smell them. Did they move?" Tarzon wondered as he stood in front of the large rock the witches had come out from the day before.

"Boss, we can't seem to get a trail," a wolf with white hair just like Tarzon's said as it grew smaller and returned to the size of a human.

Tarzon sighed while shaking his head.

The forest seemed empty as they had searched all around the area and couldn't find anything.

"If they've left here, we should go to their backup location," a member of the pack suggested, his eyes glowing bright red as he looked ahead.

"Let's go," Tarzon ordered, and then they all moved, transforming under the moonlight and heading towards a river.