Chapter 170

Once again, time passed torturously slowly. We still had a few hours before dark, which was fortunate in some ways, but it made the wait nearly unbearable. It didn't take us too long to position ourselves on the east side of the mountain. From there, we spread out until each of us was about a hundred or more feet apart. We were less likely to be detected that way. We hid in the thickest part of the trees over here, away from the nearest trail that the tourists followed. As evening approached the crowds on Mount Tabor had lessened significantly. I hoped everyone left before Cain and his vampires arrived. I lay on my belly, the thick undergrowth around me scraping against my dirt-caked fur. As ridiculous as it felt, I had done as Raziel asked and attempted to mask my scent as much as possible by rolling in the dirt and grass in wolf form. For now I was downwind of the cathedral, and I hoped those on the other side of the mountain had tried to mask their scents as well. I kne