For a while, Caden didn't move. He simply stood by his dead horse, the smell of fresh blood filling his nose.
He watched the men with calculating eyes, his heart racing. He could beat them all, it wouldn't be easy but it wasn't something he couldn't do. He had an edge being a Lycan.
The men were strangers, they wore dark cloaks and iron masks that hid their faces.
They were killers for hire.
"Going somewhere, Caden?" one of them asked. And it was obvious they knew him.
The man stepped forward, his boots squelching in the mud. He held a long sword with a notched blade.
Caden felt a surge of fury spark in his gut. His Lycan power surfaced, pulsating and making his human skin feel too tight. His heart was beating fast against his ribs. He looked at the circle of masks and felt a dee
