104 The devourerer of souls

"Damn it!" Aksel yelled as he crashed into the waterfall of mists that they had come from. Then he slammed into the misty barrier again, his shoulder jolting with the impact. The surface—once nothing but air—now resisted him like a solid wall. He paused and gritted his teeth, then he stumbled back, and lunged again, fists pounding against the unseen force.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! why can't we go back in!?"

Nattlys shifted into her wolf form and pressed her ethereal paw against the surface. It was solid. She looked so gentle right now even though Aksel had just seen her deadly side. With her black form, she was the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever seen.