Greg had driven through the roads that ran along the forest. As they had all expected, the way to Purple Eyes was a hellish journey where they had chained frantic racing, hunting to allow everyone to keep their strength and fight against the werewolves enemies they crossed paths with.
The night was about to fall and they had been running all day, barely resting. Even the most strong had already started to use their reserves of stamina. However, no one complained and none had lost the flame in their eyes, proof that despite the extreme fatigue they were all determined to survive.
They had taken a break less than an hour ago near Purple Eyes territory's border and Krasny had sent scouts to observe the situation. They needed to know the current situation in town.
