BRENDA

Crouched in my wolf form and shielded by the darkness, we slipped through a hole in the rotting wood of the fishing hut, damp with moisture.

Hiding between two boats, we watched from a few meters away as two men conversed.

One was obviously Thesio, while the other was a tall, elegant man with short black hair. Everything about him was wrapped in an aura of mystery.

My wolf sniffed the air. Something felt strange, a suspicion tightening in our chest.

We sharpened our hearing to catch their conversation.

"I need more of your cheap magic to cover my tracks in the thefts from Elliot Everhart’s lands." Thesio spoke with authority, though he sounded a little nervous.

"Those creatures will die within fifteen minutes of opening the storage units, you know that. As for the other matter, I can’t help you that easily," the man replied coldly.

"You dare to screw me over, you bastard?" Thesio lost his temper and grabbed him by the lapels, furious.

"You only remain hidden on my lands because