Calisto paced the small clearing, halting before the three demons who knelt in the dirt.
He wasn’t surprised he was too late.
In fact, after he’d realised Stefan and Amelia had found the amulets he’d hidden in the tunnels, he was shocked the fools had stumbled across them at all.
Unlike his soldiers, Calisto hadn’t run blindly after prey he couldn’t track. Instead, he had called for the witch who had made the amulets, knowing she could cast a spell to reveal their location.
At least their general location.
Magic was never an exact science.
Which was why he preferred not to depend on it.
“Forgive us, master, the werewolf overwhelmed us,” Tio, the cur nearest to him, muttered, his face pressed to the ground. “We failed you.”
“His power,” a second cur, Drew, muttered. “s**t. I never f
