A thunderous snarl echoed through the trees, sending the birds on flight. It came from deep within the woods, followed by the rattling clang of chains and another guttural growl.
Asher and Alaric managed to take Roman to one of the cabins in the woods which miraculously had a basement.
Getting away from Violet had cleared their heads. Her intoxicating scent that clouded their thoughts had lifted with the mountain air, but the same couldn't be said for Roman.
He was too far gone.
Asher had left Alaric in charge and driven to town to gather everything he needed to restrain Roman.
It had been reckless not to track the lunar calendar. But with everything that had happened so far, keeping tabs on the full moon had been the last thing on his damn mind. And now, this was happening.
The basement was dim, lit only by a single bare bulb swinging from a frayed wire.
