Chapter 188 The Warpath

• Jack
• Blood ran through the streets, straining the sidewalks and the pavement. Dead bodies littered the ground. Jack’s heart drummed in his chest as he followed his father, desperate to get to Celeste. Screams of agony and snarls of anger rose around him as the fighting worsened. More and more Crescent wolves had appeared, along with Schreibers carrying silver-tipped blades and guns with silver bullets. They were becoming more outnumbered by the minute.
• “Come on,” Henry called. He shot a black-clad Schreiber as he ran by, saving a wolf that quickly rejoined the fray. “We need to keep moving.”