Zachary's pov
I followed the scents to reach the location, but what I saw had me go still—leaning behind a tree, with my hands casually resting in my pockets.
I stare at a boy of barely nine fighting with Caleb.
While any other kid would be too scared even to raise his eyes and look my men in their eyes, he fought back with the valour of a trained fighter.
People rarely surprise me or impress me.
But this kid? He was something else.
I tried to get his scent, but I couldn't. This illness hindered my abilities. I need to step closer to it.
They fought for a few minutes, and I saw the boy lagging. His reflexes were slowing down, but he didn't give up easily.
" I am going to rip you to pieces, you little piece of s**t. Do you even know who you have messed with, huh?"
" I am your King!
