Trevor pov
I was being careful not to fatally injure any of my warriors. We were informed that Alan had cast some kind of a spell on them. Who would have thought that he had access to black magic?
The warriors fought against us mercilessly, and they didn't seem to recognise me. Their eyes glowed red and faces remained neutral while they attacked us. Undoubtedly they were under a spell.
"If I get my hands on that traitor, I'll rip him into pieces!" I growled out loud, as I fought against a warrior who was ruthlessly attacking us.
"I'll be glad to get rid of him," Boone agreed with me.
I used my fist to land a hard punch on the fighter's jaw, making him stagger backwards.
"Speaking of the devil… look who is fleeing the battle," Boone mumbled. I looked up just in time to see Alan run into the woods. He was escaping.
"Coward," I sneered and rushed after him.
A sudden mind link reached me as I was entering the woods after Alan.