The moon hung high, casting long shadows across the clearing as the group of beastkin prepared to move. Asher kept his pace behind them, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger.
Rovan, the wolf-like leader, slowed down . His sharp gaze darted toward Ava, the cute dog girl whom Asher had saved.
"You're making a mistake," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "We can't bring him to the town."
"Why not? He saved us. He didn't have to, but he did. I don't think he's a bad person."
Rovan growled under his breath. "And what if he's dangerous? What if he's using you to get close to us? To hurt us? You saw what he did back there. No one with that kind of power is harmless."
Another woman with dog-like features spoke up. "I agree with Rovan. His power isn't normal. What if he turns on us?"
They spoke in hushed tones, trying to stay quiet, but even their whispers couldn't slip past Asher's sharp hearing.
