Owen
The ninth human falls dead, and I shift back into my human form. The arrow in my shoulder is agonizingly painful, but I bury the sensation as I face the last Sun Warrior, the one who seemed to lead them.
I know that look on his face. He’s ready to die for his people.
“I killed three of your companions,” I drawl, “after you plunged this arrow into my shoulder. I assure you killing one more won’t be a problem.”
He raises his sword in my direction. “We’ll see.”
“Or,” I fight to keep my face neutral as the pain in my shoulder radiates down my side, “we could both get what we want. I could let you leave to deliver the message to the rest of your people that the Alpha Prince knows the Sun Warriors have returned and plans to annihilate every single one of them, and you would get to li
