They went on riding down the path. The men were chatty because they had forgotten all their worries and a few minutes walking down the brown path the story of the Ryliats had now become like a myth.
They were in the park for over four hours, and then they still had not encountered anything.
"Erik are you sure there is any such creature here?" Harry asked with a laugh. "I can neither see nor hear anything dangerous. The place looks so fucking good and simple."
The men laughed in unison.
Erik ignored them.
"Do come on Erik." Harry laughed. "We are just making a plain and simple joke. Not everything has to be so strict."
"Fine." Erik shrugged. "Believe what you want to believe at your own risk then."
They went on the journey for a few more hours, and when it was noon, the men were exhausted.
"My God." Philip cried in horror. "Can we rest? This journey is excruciating. My bum hurts from sitting down here for so long."
"Your bum?" Melo asked. "I’ve been meaning to take a piss."
Lucky enough for the wolves, they could simply hold their pee for a very long time, unlike simple humans, also known as unshifted wolves.
"Can we not bloody stop?" Melo asked, frustrated.
The men were grumbling to themselves.
"No," Erik warned as he continued to ride on ahead. "No one stops for any reason. Not until I say so. These parts that we are following are the most dangerous. We do not stop under any account."
He kept on walking ahead.
As they progressed, it was as if the flowers were becoming more beautiful.
"Gods." The men murmured.
They kept on being on the path and then it was like with every step they took, when they believed they had seen the most beautiful trees and blossom there were more beautiful ones up ahead.
Soon, they began to hear chirping, and it was like birds were singling.
Like the trees themselves were singing in perfect harmony.
The men kept on going, and then Philip heard someone call him.
"Phil."
He stopped his horse.
"What is wrong?" His friend asked him.
"I thought I heard something," Philip said. "Did you perhaps call me?"
"No." His friend said. "You must just be too much in your head. Or one of the other wolves is calling you in your mind."
Philip listened again, but then there was nothing.
He concluded that he was actually possibly just hearing things.
He shrugged it off and went on with the journey.
Then he heard the calling again.
"Philip."
By this time it was not only Philp who was hearing his name being called.
Other wolves could now hear their names being called by different voices.
Philip turned around to see where he was hearing his name being called.
"Philip."
And this time he was sure where he had heard the voice before.
It was his little sister who had died in a rogue attack.
"Marina?" He spoke aloud.
The entire party of wolves stopped short.
"Where did you see Marina?" Someone asked.
He hissed at the men, trying to see if he would hear her voice again. frёewebηovel.cѳm
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