“Heldon, I'm never leaving you to your own devices again." Janz's voice was heavy and hard as a boulder rolling down a hillside.
Heldon knew he was only joking, at least he was fairly sure.
“And you told me everything?" Janz asked sternly, as they arrived at the ornate, but familiar gate leading into Kalent castle.
The guards immediately let them pass, recognizing Janz as a member of the Sun Table. Heldon followed behind Janz, steaming forward like a rushing river.
“Yes. Stop worrying so much Janz, your hair will fall out." Heldon had most certainly not told him everything.
He didn't even say Tival's name.
“My hair? Don't jest." Janz tossed his hair, loosening up with some humor. “Seriously, this quest deep into werewolf territory sounds more reckless than you hunting down that va
