C132 Anger

Rohan was frantic with urgency. He channeled every ounce of his energy to its utmost limit. To the onlookers in the garden, it seemed as if a swift gust of wind had streaked by, yet they couldn't discern its true nature.

Meanwhile, Bedelia had been cast into the confines of the metal enclosure.

The trio of black wolves, their eyes glowing a sinister green, lunged forward. But