Jamole was all smiles as he pranced into the courtyard of Lord Mayor, looking all fulfilled and grateful. The two shifters assigned to be his body guard were dragging me on the floor as they walked on, while he pulled the virus drainer along. I was gasping for breath; my legs and arms had grown dead within their recess and it seemed as though my legs were about to part my waist. I could feel heavy fatigue in my heart and limbs and I wondered if I would ever see the light of dawn and the moon of dusk; my cousin had defeated me; he had won this battle; what...