He couldn't help but smirk at the thought that launching two lightning arrows at once had not only ended the red-striped wolf, but had also accelerated his progress.
A bead of pride ran down his spine as he realized just how much more powerful he was becoming.
But before he could fully savor the moment, the forest around him erupted with a chorus of roars, sudden and thunderous.
Noah's expression immediately tightened, his brows drawing together into a sharp frown.
He had sensed them before he even saw them, the subtle shifts in the air, the faint vibrations in the ground.
'They're here,' he thought, his chest tightening ever so slightly. His mind raced.
The pack of the red-striped wolf he had just killed—the adult wolf that had charged him and the pup that had been killed by the spiked dog—had finally tracked him down.
There was no mistaking it: they were furious, and every instinct told him that hesitation could be fatal.
