CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tegan drew his hand back to himself, and as he did so the flames on his arms vanished. He looked down and studied his clawed hand with a furrowed brow.
Finn jumped up and down in my arms. “That was so fantastic!”
Tegan turned to him with a smile but the confusion remained in his eyes. “It was quite something, wasn’t it? Now we should be getting you back to your parents.”
Finn was all smiles as we led him back toward the town, though he did keep a tight grip on my arm. We had traveled a quarter of the way across the marshes when one of the werewolves appeared from behind a curtain. Judging by the familiar raggedness of his pants, I recognized him as the ‘friendly’ local from before.
His eyes widened as he beheld our young companion. “Finn!”
“Conroy!” Finn shouted
