Bab 120: Chapter 119

Kai thanked the night, concealing his worry while he held Philip in his arms. The young werewolf was still unconscious, resting gently in his embrace and they stepped outside, meeting with the cold of the past hours. Soran was waiting, taking a look at the sleeping man and then the two princes. Blood on their clothes, on their pale skins and the stench of werewolf oozing from their bodies. He locked eyes with Kai, the young man nodding without saying a word. They began going down the stairs, hurrying a bit just to make sure they would escape the swarm of werewolves that would be alarmed by Mikain's last howl.