"They're gaining on us.." Malcolm's pace was reducing as he tried loosing the werewolf guards that was tailing him. The guards were relentless to the chase as even the harsh weather didn't slow them down.

Malcolm couldn't outpace them due to his battle injuries and loss of blood. Astella looked petrified at the sight of the pulse pounding presence of the two guards, growling and snapping their canines as they chase them. She noticed that Malcolm's speed wasn't going to get better as to his limping and weakness as he was running for two.

The rain poured on them mercilessly making their escape a living catastrophe. Malcolm, using most of...