Chapter 10. Ronn and Keilen

CYRAN

He doesn’t finish. Caivan moves like lightning, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall of a nearby hut. Struggle as he could, he could not get the larger man’s hand off his jugular.

“I let you go once. Cross me again, Ronn, and there’ll be no third chances,” Caivan says calmly, like he is having a lively conversation and isn’t choking a person. The sight is satisfying because I see the fear in his eyes, the same one he must have seen in mine.

“Caivan, enough!” snaps Veesa. He holds on for three seconds longer before he releases Ronn, who drops to the ground, face turning purple.

Folk are already gathering now, some of them half-transformed, the others as human as possible.

“Do what you can for her,” Caivan says to Veesa, “Please.”

Then he turns to me. Fixed with those black, merciless eyes he grabs Saelyna’s hand but he only motions to one of the wolvens at hand. “Give him a room, food, and a bath.” And he’s off in a swish of