Chapter 339

We were hurled back nearly ten feet, skidding across the ground like stones skipped over water. The sting of scraped knees and forearms was a fleeting pain, dwarfed by the chaos that loomed ahead. The rumble of shifting earth roared in our ears, settling into a slow trickle as dirt and debris rained down. Three rogues stood before us, their snarls slicing through the thick silence. Yet, something was off. The air lacked the pungent, musky odor typical of wolves. There was no scent at all.