“This isn’t a treehouse. It’s a damn palace,” Bartas said.
Cain glanced toward an open hallway and spotted the tundra wolf sitting in the corner, glaring back at him with a toothy growl. Cain drew his blade.
“What the hell, Cain!” Lucas said.
“Look! That beast over there! It’s the one that attacked me!” Cain yelled.
“You were trespassing, human. I was defending my territory,” the creature replied.
The creature’s powerful voice reverberated within the queen’s spacious home.
“Does every damn creature in these woods talk?” Cain said.
“No, but many of us do, human,” the wolf replied.
“You didn’t seem to be very talkative when you were inches away from removing my throat.”
“Perhaps you should have stayed in your castle and away from my home, human!”
“I’ll skin you alive, beast.”
“She
