#Chapter 29 Exorcism

The Pack On any other night, the trees were left alone to sway and speak to one another without interruption. On any other night, the birds in their knew quiet comfort, saving their song for the first break of dawn. On any other night, the ground was unburdened by bombastic movement, leaving the sly hunters of the darkness to prowl and feed in quiet bliss. Tonight, however, was not like any other night. Tonight, the jaws of hell seemed to have opened to release a fearsome villain. Tonight, the wolf was awakened. And he was mad. Dominic, if he could still be called that, tore through the underbrush without feeling as thorns tore his skin. His paws struck out at branches and tree trunks, not noticing the crunching as his bones made impact. He howled and raged, waking every living creature in the area, and probably waking some of the dead creatures as well. The forest itself was fearful, wishing it could uproot itself to get out of his way. But nothing co