Chapter 14 Bewitched

• Conri was in a rage as he sped down the part which leads to Darevil. He was angry as he rushed through the woods, the sound of his breath echoing in his ears, the wind whipping around him like an angry ghost, as it blew his long dark hair into a wild mess, like a dark tornado. A wind that came from nowhere, a sudden wind that was not supposed to be there. Brushed past his furs and it prickled sharply as if he had just suffered a first-degree burn but in his furry, he didn't take notice of it. His footsteps were amplified by the heavy foliage and it filled the air with a deep roar. Conri's anger had not eased since he heard the news the Werewolf brought before them but now it became all-encompassing and overwhelming. It swelled up from his chest like some invisible monster ready to burst out through him.
• He could feel himself going over the edge, he could feel his blood boiling with his Lycan. The wind pushed against him harshly making him feel dizzy from brushing against his eyes, they teared up but he blinked once and drove on, his speed increasing, claws digging into the roots of mother earth as he ran. The wind picked up in strength, it was too much for him and he found himself crashing into the trees face first. He rolled across the ground, coming up from it with a growl. He couldn't understand why he felt so weak that morning. He could barely move his limbs to get out of bed and he made sure to take his potions but now it seems his strength was starting to fail him. This weird feeling was starting to become more pronounced and it felt like it was consuming him at his very core. He felt that if he doesn't shift back soon this will overtake him completely. But why?
• ["I think something bad is happening to us,"] Rafa spoke and Conri frowned. ["You can't fight off a pack of Rogues without me, so try to stay strong, until we have settled with the Rogues then we can find out why we feel like we are dying!"] He finished with a stern voice.