10. Maddox

In the melee of people leaving, the lights vanishing from the fighting venue, I lost track of Finn, Zeke, Freya and their bikes. It seemed they got separated at some point, or at least didn’t travel the same way.

By the time I finally caught up with them, forced to painstakingly follow bike tracks in the mud like a damn boy scout, pure carnage was breaking loose. A large log cabin, every window blazing was under attack. A window suddenly smashed as wolves, possibly even hybrids, tore towards Finn.

He snapped the neck of one whilst stamping down the throat of another. Turns out Finn is wasted down here, he should be at the front.

I lingered, masked in the dark of the tree line. There was no sign of Freya, unless she’d been given the equivalent of wolf-steroids and was one of those attacking FInn. Nothing except the metallic tang of blood and howls of pain filled the air.

Because somehow Finn, the giant lump was still taking on these wolves in human form.

/He doesn’t have time to sh