CHAPTER 81

Clare, Evans and other werewolves shifted to their wolves snarling at the demons that surrounded them. Everywhere was dark, save the demons red eyes which shone in darkness. Its fangs gleamed menacingly, snarling at them als. All the wolves stood on their forehand in a defense pose, looking around them, as the demons had circled them. Slowly, the claws of the demons extended like knives ready to strike. In a millisecond they all lunged forward with loud shrieks, on the wolves, as they all began fighting. The wolves, though not able to keep up swiftly, still fought for their lives. They kept going but there seemed no end to the demons, the ground shook violently from their weight, as the demons threw themselves at the wolves. There were grunts and shrieking sounds everywhere, as the demons clawed at the wolves who fought back, using their claws and canines also. The demons could smell their fear and it powered them more, as they fed on fear. The demons seemed en