All Chapters of The Wolves of Banglador: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eccord Reens was a handsome man of impressive stature. He wore a special uniform made for the Chief of the Hunters and as grey as Malkouth's mist. His hair and eyes were dark as wood from Katalox, and no one could offend his pride. "Hi, dad," Lunus said, and she smiled, giving him a hug hello. "I hope I haven't interrupted you." 

Evan stayed by Lunus’s side as she slept. He had pulled a chair near to her bed and sat in it, gently running his fingers through her fine orange hair. It seemed that her trouble sleeping may have been less related to the weather than she thought and more related to his absence. He hadn’t been there long. It would be another hour before daylight, and yet... she had fallen so completely back into slumber. 

The cave was wide and deep and barren, its darkly shadowed mouth covered in moss and ivy. The grey rock of the stone which formed the cave was tinted a spectral blue which left an eerie chill inside Lunus as she walked on the circular slab at the entrance. It was completely smooth, oddly so. "I don't understand. This should have markings," Evan said, walking around the area with flustered curiosity. "All of this..." he said, "there's markings all over it."

Lunus dawned her evening clothes and prepared for a long night of research. She wanted to wear her Hunter's uniform for protection, because it was specially designed for protection while encountering creatures in the forest, but she knew that if she did it would only elevate her problems. It wasn't her night to go out hunting, but it was her night to go and help Evan in his quest to uncover the mystery of the Devil's Cave. So, she would sneak out before sunset and spend the night as a part of the wolf pack under Balthazar's protection... or so she hoped. She paused at the door and went back t

His dirty paws touched tracked the blood and muddied earth against the hard rock of the cave as he entered it, finding in its mouth a long awaited reprieve from the cold and driving rain which dominated the forest at the last stages of night before the coming dawn. The scent of the hunter was fresh in his nostrils, and he knew that she was close ahead of him. He walked down into the ill lit cave with his heart filled with concern. The hunt had gone as planned without many casualties to either side, but Lunus had never returned to the wolf camp that night like she had