Chapter 10Renard, Niall, and Merek entered the gorge and immediately came to a standstill. Directly ahead of them was a silver-haired man dressed in black. His hands were on the hilt of a claymore, its tip resting on the ground between his feet. Flanking him, one on either side, were two huge white wolves.
“You do not belong here,” the man declared icily. “Sheathe your weapons and leave.”
“We mean you no harm,” Renard replied. “As long as you don’t try to harm us.”
“You lie! You are hunting us as have all who have come before you.”
Niall, heart in his mouth, still spoke up. “We’re only looking for you, not hunting you, to see if the tales they tell of men who can become animals are true. Well, to be honest, we didn’t really want to find you if you truly can change your shapes.”
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