An arrow whistled through the air, so silent that most ears would not have heard it until it made a thunking sound as it pierced through the guard’s shoulder, making him drop the whistle. I looked up in the direction where the arrow had come from, and I saw Xe standing in the guard tower. They gave me a salute and a wink when we made eye contact.
Navarro did not hesitate to put his hand over the guard’s mouth to stop him from screaming from the sudden pain he surely felt in his shoulder. The boy continued clingy to me, his face buried in my chest. I was sure he didn’t see what had just happened because of that, and I was grateful. The boy had probably seen enough horrors to cause him trauma for a lifetime. He was a young werewolf locked up in a place where werewolves were killed for money
