Theron tossed everything to the back of his mind, reaching a deep state of focus.
Something earlier had pulled on his blood, that much he was certain of. Somehow, that must have been related to this change.
Though the Lightning Blood Hounds were called as such, their abilities should have nothing to do with either lightning or blood. And yet, Theron would never question his own senses, not when it came to something like this.
But the problem was that the arrow should have come from a person.
'Wait, arrow? Why am I so sure that it was an arrow?'
The moment Theron had this thought, a wolf lunged at him. He was sure that it was coming from his front, but he felt a prickling sensation on his back. All the blood vessels down the vascularity of his lats and shoulder blades, pulsing within the scars that littered his body, suddenly pulled at him all at once.
It was almost like his blood was trying to exit through his very pores.
