Maddox knew that the Keqzhara had stopped just in time, partly because of his own control and partly because of the pain that the weight of the spear had caused to his whole arm had made him lose strength at the last moment, but either way, it had been sheer luck, because a couple of seconds more and it would have been driven into Alanna's chest by the simple misfortune of being in the wrong place as he fought while possessed by that rage.

Maybe in another time, in another momento, he would have forgiven himself, but not in that one. He was already quite an adult wolf, and he could not blame his actions on the Goddess forever.

He looked at the blood that stained his hands and clothes while Hiro counted the number of dead and prisoners they had had in that hunt.

“This is not normal!” Alanna growled. “They must have someone on the inside. They knew our route perfectly well and they didn't even bother to cover alternate routes. They knew exactly where we would pass through.”

“It looks