Finn gave an urgent call to his pack mates who should not be too far away, alerting them that he had found wolves in these woods after all. They were just very far out. They were almost to Eliade.
Then he raced toward where the growls were still rolling their threats. Maybe it was someone from their pack who was in trouble. It was hard to tell what it could be with them being so far away from the perimeter.
The trees were odd here, only intensifying the ominous feel of how strange this situation was. He stopped for a moment, reassessing the surroundings and taking a deep breath in to reassure himself. Was it possible that he was hallucinating? The enchantment on Suicide Forest had never given him trouble before, but why on earth were there rival wolves this far out?
