CHAPTER 74
Richard and his men had just finished with the half-bloods when a cloaked figure emerged from the tree line. The figure looked bloodied as though it had fought its way there. The wolves crouched lower and growled, ready to pounce.
The figures stopped some distance away and lifted up their hands in surrender. This did not ease the heart of the threatened warriors, who still had the adrenaline from battle thumping in their veins. They growled even louder but made no move to attack. It was unethical to attack someone in such a manner, so all they did was growl and stare intently, waiting for one wrong move so they could justify their actions.
“Richard, I need to speak with you.” The cloaked figure called from a distance.
It was quite far, but Richard recognized the voice in a
