The morning rose with tension and uncertainty lingering in the air, making it suffocating for a group of people while others marched in discipline with straight faces and revenge boiling in their blood.
Everyone from Vincardine except Edwin was handcuffed. A big group surrounded them with weapons ready in their hands as they all marched to the barn's vast ground, which was washed over by the morning sun rays.
The air was charged with an eerie silence, punctuated only by the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional mournful cry of a raven.
Edwin's face was as tight as his muscles in the back. His gaze was hard and intimidating as he strode confidently.
Oberon cast a sideglance in his way. Edwin's nonchalantness amused Oberon.
Wasn't he scared for that female human? Wasn't he ashamed of what happened last night?
But what confused Oberon the most was a werewolf leader having a human mate. How could it be possible?
