“It seems we have been located, thanks to two females and the one they helped escape. But there are only four of them. I am certain we can beat them if they are foolish enough to attack.”
One of the females asks about the shifters that have been hanging around the woods for the past couple of days.
“Shifters? You mean those children? We have nothing to worry about from those cubs. They are hiding in the trees and will not come here. And the four from the tavern will be outnumbered and easy to do away with.”
A few of Jean-Marcs followers were not convinced. A female spoke up, “But the shifters have been seen in the woods every night since you brought that girl here from the tavern. They are seen moving amongst the trees every night. How do you know they will stay there if the others attack?”
Jean-Marc grabbed the girl by the throat and the last thing she saw was his open mouth and huge teeth clamping down on her face.
Jean-Marc spit out the face and crushed bone, blood spraying from what was left of the head, splattering on those standing closest.
“Any further objections? Good, I didnt think there would be. Byron, take a few men, say eight or so, and go to the tavern. They may have taken the girl back there. I want her back. Do not return without her, even if you have to bring me her dead body. Then she can rest with her lover after I kill him, in the garbage pit. The rest of you, we will make a stand here. Do not let anyone near this house. Kill them first.”
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