HECTOR BAYES

I am halfway across the field when I realize something is wrong.

The man on the other end is grinning, the defined barrel of his chest rising and falling with excited breathing as I closed the distance between the two armies.

“For the mountain city!” I bellowed, gripping the silver hilt of my sword as I sent the blade flying through the air in a neat arc, slashing the werewolves in my circle as the black goo of their blood sprayed into my eyes, stinging the liquid from them.

Why the fuck did Japhtar keep smiling at me?

I let my eyes roam over the lot, catching Nola’s...