Chapter 155

As Barton's body fell to the ground; shots began to ring out, bullets cutting into flesh, the Varúlfur, at first, appeared disorientated, shaken by the unexpected murder of one of their own from an unseen foe hidden out in the woods. But soon they re-grouped, their senses pricked and they were alerted to the army that descended upon them from the traitorous trees that had concealed its presence so well. Fenton's cell picked off the first line of Varúlfur that charged towards the trees and I had to admit, I saw some sense now in his insistence that guns were a necessary evil in our war against the beasts and was certainly grateful for his people's expert marksmanship as one after another fell to the ground. Those that didn't fall were mortally injured and would be easy for the rest of the army to finish off up close. Harper, Garrick and I burst into the clearing, blades at the ready as the closest Varúlfur lunged at us, jaws snapping and claws slicing through t