Chapter 64

Throughout peasant houses, the streets lay eerily vacant. Inside the prisoners' building, they met up with the other troll. The ferals and the hunters have been having a friendly fight in the courtyard. The troll leader, Andrew, and Diana slinked through the shadows, trying to stay out of sight. The screams had died down, periodic and at a distance. Flames burned all cabins and huts, but they did not see any feral werewolves or trolls.

“This is not a good sign,” whispered Andrew.

“Why?” Asked Diana.

“Because they plan to burn the entire town.”

“Oh!”

The troll grumbled behind them, “My lord, my people have a secret hideaway on the backside of the mansion. I am sure they would have hidden there at the first sign of trouble.”

“Is there room for a third person?” asked Andrew.

“Yes,” Robah, the leader of the trolls, replied. “My spy told me that your friend will be out later for the trial of rebellion. But I believe it was all for a show. I think they i