"You can't win against me, Cameron," Steven yelled. The clouds covered the sky and it was so thick that the little ray of sunlight couldn't even pass through.
The lightning drew and Cameron wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You don't know that, I am still kicking," he mocked, his fingers tightening on his spear.
"That is because I am going easy on you."
"Really, and yet you are limping?" he scoffed.
"We are howlers Cameron, why are you protecting a nightwalker?"
"I am protecting my sister and the mate she has longed for for so long. I am protecting my little nephew who you don't want to see in this world!"
"He is a bad egg, he would kill us all!" Steven yelled just as the first raindrop dropped on his face. He wiped it away and glared at the boy in front of him, "you were there, you heard the witch."
