"Cain! Where is he!" Ravon hissed under his breath at one of his personal guards, who instantly backed away as he began to speak.
"Last time I saw him, he was fighting at the gates!"
"Shifted?" Ravon urgently asked, seeing the opportunity he so desperately craved, only to get the response he wasn't looking forward to.
"No, my lord. He hasn't shifted once! He's been fighting in his human form!" the guard responded, which warranted a hard frown from Ravon, who couldn't even hide his annoyance. He wasn't supposed to touch Cain, but that didn't mean he couldn't as long as it wasn't traced back to him.
He was tired of being second fiddle to a lord that couldn't even shift like a normal wolf should. 'He's almost like a shifter! He should be killed,' he thought, even though he knew better than to voice his thoughts as he turned around and began to run toward the gates.
