Taranis looked down at me with disgust evident on his face.
I had just killed more than fifty gryphons, almost fought Killian to the death and now I dared to shift into my human form in the middle of a challenge. Keyon was right. Killian could choose to end me right here, but I knew he wouldn't. The man prides himself in being honorable and there's nothing honourable about Taranis killing the Werewolf king in his human form.
I watched the beast slowly shift into the red King.
He stood inches away from me, facing me eye to eye. I couldn't help but almost chuckle. Killian and I are of the same height and built and yet he somehow manages to resemble a red giant.
I exhaled slowly while I waited for my injuries to heal. I was taking longer to heal, but I was healing nonetheless. Everything
