RHETT
Marcus leans over a map, pointing to where the Northern Lycans village can be found. It’s close to Mount Xenia. At least that’s what it looks like on the map when in truth we were looking at a four-day hike through the mountains. And that was in wolf form.
I don’t have a wolf form.
“They are old school up there Rhett,” Marcus explains, eyeing Finn Mason and I.
“What do you mean by old school?” Mason crinkles his nose obviously not liking the sound of that.
“They live off the grid more than most. More than they did here at Riocht. At least they had a form of electricity here.” Mathias gives a rare chuckle.
Marcus eyes Mathias, still hunched over the map, “Not just that, they live by different rules.” Straightening himself he offers a grim look to me. “Nyctimus is old, very old.
