Lycan Davos turned back swiftly, giving a chase to the cowards.
I moved to follow him, to chase those ruthless bastards.
Kaene grabbed my wrist, holding me back, "Not a chance. You stay right here." He gave me a stern look, giving no chance for me to argue further.
I gritted my teeth. Frustration kicking in, but I knew better than to push him when he was like this.
I looked around the clearing, breathing heavily. The bodies of the hunters lay scattered on the ground and their blood painted the snow red.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat. Sir Elijah and the warriors tore through the remaining hunters mercilessly with ease and their bodies dropped like flies.
Suddenly, I heard a growl behind me. It was a sound I was too familiar with.
Kaene.
I turned sharply to see that a hunter lunged at me from behind and Kaene was engaged in a heated battle with hunters who must have been in hiding when we attacked.
