Jace
We rode out at first light, five men, five horses and a pack mule with extra supplies. Five werewolves against an entire keep of vampires were not good odds. They were terrible odds, and now I had an additional responsibility.
Not only did I need to rescue Kaida and her maid, I had to keep these four brave, loyal and utterly foolhardy young men alive as well.
The morning was cool and grey, the road empty, and the horses fresh. Riley rode beside me and said nothing. He seemed to be a much different boy from the one I had met on the trail to Havenhill. Since we had met at the Blue Pony, he had spent the intervening days doing what needed doing — gathering the others, raising money, asking questions about the southern road without complaint and without the boyish anxiety I remembered
