At the battle ground, Jamole fulfilled his demands. He had my arms and legs bound expecting me to fight effectively. Heavy howling , groaning, wincing and barking of wolves hung across Dolan pack that I feared a host of shifters could pounce on me just to take advantage of my condition and tame me. As I gazed upon my cousin, I wailed silently, wondering if Jamole was actually my cousin or I mistook him for one.

At the battle ground I kept tossing my head sideways, combing around the bloodied ground and the shifters eating into one another and terminating the vulnerable ones. My eyes were flinty as that of...