Bab 61: Chapter 61

"This is your fault for trying to run," the man says plainly, "it didn't have to be this way."

"You know my reasons for running," Caleb replies evenly, his eyes like lasers.

The man shrugs in reply, a slight smirk dancing across his handsome features.

"I'm afraid we are going to have to bring you all in."

With a wave of his hand, several figures jump over the trees into the circle. Most of them are strong, handsome men, not one of them appearing to be over the age of forty.

The rest are beautiful wolves. Their eyes flash an emerald green.

Feeling rather awkward, I stumble out of Caleb's arms and stand beside him. Scanning the row of men, I see no familiar faces. Aden and George are a few feet away from us, obviously trying to judge how powerful their opponent is.

"You have to let Berenice have a trial," Caleb insists firmly, "or I won't surrender."