“My lord, he dispatched Ramsey the way we would dispatch an annoying insect. He is a formidable threat. I do believe what the Royal Newspapers say about him is true—he and the rest of his Order have been touched by the Gods.” Ulwyn looked at the small man that stood near him. He was the runt of the Pack and spent his days and nights as Ulwyn’s dogsbody. “He is a man made of flesh and bone. He can shape shift like us. He is not immune to bodily harm, you fool. He will die just like all of the other men in his line. However, I do believe we’ve been remiss, Hadley. I should think we’ve neglected sending out our felicitations to the man. If he’s the by-blow of a long dead earl, he probably wants to see the inside of Wythley Castle. Maybe we should invite him up here. We’ll see if he will accept our invitation to join the Pack and if he doesn’t want to play nice—we’ll have to make sure he never leaves Wythley Castle alive.
