“Shhh, King Alpha. Don’t ruin this moment.”
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While the King and his head spellcaster frolicked, the Noble Alpha led his team back to the last place the rogues had been seen.
It had been two days since then, but the King’s men were not the normal types of shifters. Not the set that had been loaned to him. Every single one was over thirty years of age, and all had been under Master Vernon’s care for years.
They drank his potions, bathed in waters he blessed, and ate medicines every new moon that enhanced their natural powers. If they were ever injured, the Head Healer was always the first to examine them.
Darius stared at them as they searched the ground and surrounding trees.
Thirty. He gave me thirty of his best men. That’s a joke. Are they supposed to take down a horde? We
