Chapter 49

“What does he know?” Galedir demanded. He turned to Cato. “What do you know?”

“I don’t know for certain,” Cato explained. “But I believe they are referring to Costa’s plan to ensure all of his men survive the ritual.”

They all eyed Cato suspiciously. Of course, he was a Roman, but he was here to fight by their side. He needed to convince them he wasn’t simply trying to save his own skin.

“He has to sacrifice a pure line descendent of the first true Werewolf,” Cato announced.

“Last purebred I heard of was Carvorst,” Galedir mocked. “And none of the bastards he sired are worth a damn.”

“I believe that” Cato nodded. “My name is Octavius Cadmus Cato, the last son of Carvorst, chosen by Skoll the Devourer of the Moon. And I’m telling you Costa needs my blood.”

“Well then, we have you now so why don’t we just kill you here and he can’t have an army of werewolf legionaries?” Eithne’s suggestion came as quite a surprise. Cato eyed her seriously. “It would save a lot of bloodshed.”