Chapter Sixteen (Dane’s POV) Decades before…

I took the other side and rushed to the back of the house. When I got there, he was running after Saraya as she ran into the woods at the back of my cabin. The coward shapeshifted and leapt, I picked up speed as Saraya turned around to watch him almost upon her and tripped. A loud groan emitted from her and fury burned hot in my bloodstream. I knew killing the bastard would have consequences but he was beginning to piss me off!

“Mátia san kárvouna, dóntia kofterá san xyráfi, áschimoi migádes tis kólasis, emfanízontai sta plíthi sas kai tréfontai me sárkes athánatou!” Saraya muttered but her voice rang high and echoed in the dark cold night. Multiple portals of a burning twirl appeared in the thin air and about twenty-four of the ugliest hellhounds I had ever seen leapt out and upon the guardian. I came to an abrupt halt, stunned and watched as the poor bastard punched and fought off the hounds. Slashing them deftly with his pitchfork and stabbed a few squares in the chest. But the mo