Chapter 9

• As the persistent downpour died down, first light broke, painting the sky in tints of gold and pink. The tempest had passed, supplanted by the delicate stroke of a morning breeze. The world felt recharged, as though it had been washed clean by the downpour that had tormented us only hours prior.
• Our depleted bodies had been impelled forward by sheer assurance, running indefatigably as the night progressed. Presently, we eased back our speed, the criticalness of our central goal driving us at any point forward.
• I took a second to slow down and rest and cast my look upon Jason, his change into his werewolf structure finished. His smooth, white fur shimmered in the early morning light, underlining the polish and strength that transmitted from his strong edge. It was a sight that never neglected to enamor me, a demonstration of the magnificence of his real essence.