“Oh hell,” Caedmon muttered when he saw the fifty shapeshifters in bikers’ forms. A magical halo glowed around them, a sign they were about to shift. Into what kind of animals, he didn’t know. Caedmon always knew when he might be at a disadvantage in battle. This was one of those situations, no matter what form they chose.
He glanced at Alyna, admiring her tenacity. She didn’t waver in the slightest. She was prepared to fight these coming adversaries to the death.
The difference between Alyna and him wasn’t the number of attackers or the scale of the fight. It was the fact that the battle he was in charge of affected a few hundred thousand lives in the multiverse. He fought for Eudaiz as a whole. Here, Alyna fought only for her clients and Amaraq. She saw Amaraq as a collection of indivi
