Without being told I perceived summer was heavy out there. Although down here in my pack the hotness was twice that of summer, yet I could over hear the shifters that manned the prison yard complain about Jamole ordering them to train in the scorching summer sun, so as to be formidable and fit to withstand the immortality pack in the impending last battle.

From my pit I could overhear the shifters bicker over the impending last battle which was yet uncertain about who would survive. Most of the shifters were of the opinion that Lord Mayor should hasten up and kidnap Doctor Sailor so that some of them could...