#Chapter 9 His howl

Violet His howl was clear despite the growing storm, but I couldn't tell how far away he was. The world was starting to fade around me, yet I had never been more certain that I would be fine than I felt right then. I looked back toward the Donovan house and saw the Twining River wolves getting closer. Then, the trees behind me parted, and out walked a large hulking figure. It was Theodore, leading a small group of wolves that were armored and much larger than the Twining River wolves. Theodore was covered in dark, sleek fur. It looked black, but it couldn't be. Black wolves were a myth at best. Lightning cracked through the air, sending light scattering across the ground. The Twining River wolves stopped. I saw Lucas come up behind them, smaller than most of them, and all of them were stunned. Theodore looked back at me for a moment. His eyes flickered with red light before he turned back and shifted into his human form. "If they try to move, kill them," he said, ap