Chapter 36

Cato awoke with fury burning inside of him. His heart was shattered by what Skoll and the messenger had revealed about Costa. The man he had thought of as his father. The man he had tried to make proud. Cato thought over all those times he had received such high praise from that man. I’ll kill him, Cato thought. After all Costa had sent Cato to watch his own men be slaughtered by monsters.

“Here we go again,” Skoll chided. “Your temper is boiling over. Why not send out another inferno to tell the wolf pack where we are.”

Cato took a deep breath. Skoll was right. This wasn’t the way to go about things. He needed to keep a cool head. That was the pride of an officer of the Roman army. Cato looked up at the roof. The whole he had burned was still smoking, parts of the wood still alive with heat.

“It—” Cato coughed. His throat was burnt raw.

“Settle,” Skoll suggested. “Since you were in human form your ability to heal doesn’t work as well.”

That’s a letdown, Cato thought.