“I almost beat you this time!” Darian exclaimed once he shifted out of his werewolf form. He stopped to catch his breath while shaking his head at Blade. “How are you so fast?”
Blade chuckled and smiled. He hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Vampires are naturally fast. It’s going to be hard for you to beat that. You can keep trying all you want, old man.”
“Who are you calling ‘old man?’ I still am as spritely as ever,” Darian said, finally getting his breath under control.
I bit my lip to hide my smile. While Darian was still a great warrior, his age still showed, especially when I could practically hear his bones creak.
It had been a week since Caulder was taken, and the three of us had made a habit of going for a daily run. It helped shed the frustration I felt after my training sessions
