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 thei