~ CASIMIR ~
I'd been through almost every inch of the catacombs and to its depths. I'd run as my wolf and sprinted as a man. I'd fought alongside guards, Gammas, and even healers. I had blackened the tunnels to blind human eyes, and darkened the stone with blood. I'd played minds like musical instruments, and I'd fought like the warrior I was trained to be.
The tunnels stank of death- human death. And the few men who'd invaded our mountain and remained alive now fled before me, believing themselves bitten and poisoned by impossible creatures. The few that remained would die because they knew too much.
The pack ran behind and before me, those with training racing after the humans, to kill any that broke through the compulsion, and to keep the rest moving.
