“Not often we find royalty in these parts!” A voice spoke as the sword was directed to Sienna as she could feel her inner wolf retract in her attempts to bring it forward; almost as if it had been frightened. In opposition to the feral beast that could protect them against these foes, she weakened at the sight of the moonlight dancing off of the blade, it’s mutual effect of both pure metal and that which had cursed her had acted as a spell of betwitching that kept her incapable of moving. She would be pulled from the carriage first by the dirty hands of a highway thief, with Adrian following quickly behind.
Both would be forced upon their backs, about twelve feet apart from one another, held down by the ends of blades. But as Adrian attempted to fight his attackers, ones that were strong
