CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Night seemed to approach too quickly. When it came, Celia would be fighting Hassan, the human monster. She wasn’t exactly excited about it.

Celia and the others were in the room Marcel had paid for at the Inn. Lobo was pacing back and forth the room’s length, Zeeb was drawing something on the floorboard with a claw, Celia was sitting beside Duncan by the door, Indra was silently doing nothing by herself in a corner, Marcel was calmly reading a book on the bed, and Layla had slowly worked her way into sitting beside him, looking at the book but definitely not understanding any of the words written.

Everyone was a little on edge. Wolves were not the kind of creatures that liked being cramped together in one room for hours.

“You’re nervous,” Duncan said, though it sounded like he was asking.

“No. I mean yes, just a bit.”

“You’ll be fine. Just one punch and that human will be knocked out.”

“No he won’t,” Marcel said without looking up from his book. “You’re greatly overestimating the pow