**ARTHUR'S POV**
The moment that Mr. Boberre started to growl, Dad grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking toward the other man.
"Arthur, get in the wagon." I could hear the serious tone in his voice, and I knew that he was nervous about what was going to happen right now.
"Y..yes, Dad." I didn't even think about disobeying him right now. I would have to be stupid to question what it was that he was telling me and not listen to his warning tone.
I turned and climbed up into the wagon as fast as I could. There wasn't much that I could use to protect myself and I knew that if it came down to this man giving in to his killer instinct then I would be a goner. Even up here in the wagon or on horseback, I wouldn't be able to make it out of here.
