The Hunters were regrouping, they felt insulted to have lost two captives—Bianca and Olivia, they also lost a battle with Bustan. A campfire sparked in the clearing, sending smoke to kiss the sky. Around it, the Hunters gathered, their faces hardened with resolve. At the center of them all stood Marcus, their leader, he looked disappointed in them that they lost a battle with common werewolves. Everywhere was quiet as his second-in-command, Dax, approached.
“The traps are nearly set,” Dax reported, his voice low but steady. “We’ve placed them along the borders, just as you ordered. There’s no way Bustan or any of his men will escape once he comes out of the palace, they'll walk directertly into our trap, into our territory.”
Marcus nodded, his gaze fixed on the map laid out in front of h
