Triam
“Do you think he’s here?” Mickal asked, looking around them sceptically. “This is Baur’s territory. Mortus wouldn’t come here even if his life depended on it. Our kingdoms don’t mix.”
Triam looked at the tiny kingdom on the top of the hill with its small house and population. It was a sad sight. He didn’t really think Mortus was there, but one of the hounds traced him there. He believed the bastard was there a while ago and then disappeared again. Triam decided to come because it was far. So far, he couldn’t be tempted to go and find Fallen with that bastard, Markus. Triam clenched his fist and tried to keep his murderous rage in check. His wolf was going a little crazy inside him, and his hound could sense it. He whined every time his wolf pushed to the surface.
Shit. He was pr
