Chapter 326 Book 7 A Prince in Trouble
The scent of pine and damp earth hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of fear that clung to the ragged group scrambling through the undergrowth. Prince Lam Rakshi, sweat plastering strands of dark hair to his forehead, risked a glance over his shoulder. Massive, coal-black forms, rippling with corded muscle, surged through the trees behind them. Black wolves. Not the common forest variety, but beasts the size of ponies, their eyes glowing with an unnatural malevolence. Their fangs, long and curved like daggers, dripped with anticipation.
"Faster!" he gasped, urging his dwindling retinue forward. "They're gaining!"
