I was lost in thought in my prison when overheard the thumping of innumerable feet on the decking and I knew some visitors were coming to my prison; although I had instinct it was Jamole and his ruthless shifters yet I never thought he had gathered many shifters to be his bodyguard; for the feet thumping on the decking seemed more than a thousand shifters;

“Could he be coming to drag me out for arena wrestling or what? Or has he brought his shifters to pounce on me and beat me to a pop?” I contemplated within myself, shot my gaze at the summit expecting their arrival soon as their...