Back in the mid-northern lower peninsula of Michigan, Kyle stood with weapons drawn at the head of a small band of werebeasts, which included both Rebekah and Vixi of whom stood on each side of him. As for the rest of the group it was mostly made of warriors from a mixture of backgrounds and tribes. Yet as he looked around he just couldn't seem to push aside this bad feeling that had been slowly building up in the pit of his stomach.
"Starting to regret having us come with you?" asked Vixi from his left side as he knelt to study the area more closely.
"Or sending your legendary power swords with Val instead of keeping them with you for this battle?" asked Rebekah from his right.
