CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE - ANKH

THE LYCAN CITY. THE HIDDEN WOODS

SYLRIA

Two days, just two days until I get to kill Deron. The trees were my obstacles, I teleported through shadows striking the trees with my Bo staff. I was fast, the ankh on my neck fuelled me with its magic and I felt invincible.

I swing my staff for a tree but someone blocks it with their hand. I only took a second to register it was Papa before I lash out on him, staff and feet attacking from every direction. He effortlessly blocked and dodged my attacks, shifting into the darkness and appearing behind me. I tried teleporting to the next shadow but someone he has snatched the ankh from my neck. I whipped my head around, squeezing my face when I saw his fist speeding for my nose. But he did not punch, he stopped just a centimetre from breaking my face.

My breath was heavy and thick, I had put myself through this routine since morning only for someone to easily disarm and practically kill me. He stepped away, tossing the ankh back to me with a l