Chapter - 37

Kaito suddenly stopped in his tracks. His head tilted, and his expression darkened. Without a word, he dropped the bundle of skins from his shoulder and knelt, pressing his ear to the ground.

“What’s wrong?” Raven asked, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her sword.

Kaito didn’t answer right away. His eyes widened slightly, and he sprang to his feet, his posture tense. “The real danger is coming now.”

Everyone froze, their weapons halfway drawn.

“What do you mean?” Kael demanded.

Kaito took a few steps forward, his gaze locked on the horizon. The air felt heavier, as if the forest itself had begun to vibrate. Then, through the shadows, he saw it—a massive pack of wolves charging toward them. Their dark fur blended into the night, but their red eyes burned like torches in the darkness.

“There must be at least thirty of them,” Saria whispered, her voice barely audible.

“They’re faster than the last pack,” Kaito said grimly. “And more organized.”