Something wasn’t right. Chadstone narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer to watch. He’d seen Ashoken before, but it was difficult to remember well; none of the Shadowkind were much for remembering mortals who hadn’t been their own prey.
Chadstone reared back, blue eyes wide. That was it. Ashoken had been prey for some of the other Ancients. That couldn’t have been a coincidence, especially given that some of the Ancients had helped Chadstone with the spells for this game. It could only mean one thing - there were unexpected players. He had to sort this out - this was his game.
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