Chapter 26
The wilderness was quiet during the Red Hours.
The Lycans hid themselves where the rogue werewolves wouldn't find them at these weak hours of them because the rogue werewolves wouldn't pass up such opportunity to fight fair with the Lycans or better still, be at an advantage to get revenge for being terrorized by what they perceived as 'ancient evils'.
Deep in the forest, where no one could find him, Darius sat in his hut beside a cave.
He had built the hut using branches, grass, and stones from around the area. It wasn't fancy, but it was home in every sense.
During the Red Hours, Darius always stayed inside. Like all Lycans, his powers got weak when the moon started pulling their energy.
And at this moment, even though he felt tired and his senses were dull, his mind was still racing with worry.
He kept thinking about the vision he had had; Lycans dying in Alpha Grimfang's pack. The images had been very clear.
