Chapter 345: The Taste of Meat

Zane’s POV

I called to Slade.

I begged him. He HAD to answer. He was my only hope.

I tried to look away from the werewolf’s eyes, but I couldn’t. He was paralyzed, unable to move, unable to do anything as a new group of witches approached him.

They were exactly like the last ones. They rubbed their hands in anticipation as they circled the poor, half-eaten werewolf.

I saw the fear flash through his eyes. The pain.

And then he disappeared to the witches.

“SLADE!” I hollered, my voice desperate.

Behind me, the massive bonfire crackled. Over by the werewolf, I couldn’t block out the distinctive sounds of tearing flesh.

They chewed with their mouths open, smacking and licking their lips.

It was positively revolting.

Slade didn’t answer.

Had he…had he already died? He was close to death, I knew that much. But surely he hadn’t already passed over to the other side?

No.

I would feel it. I would sense it.

He searched deep inside myself to find his connection. At first, I couldn’t find it and