She left Cazroth and went back to were she had left Barak. She was about to head back to the forest when she saw Cassius and his men going somewhere. Where could the new king be going in such a hurry? the thought crossed her mind. She had to find out what he was up to, maybe it would help her defeat him. They rode in the clear path will she trailed them through the shadows of the woods. It took them six hours to get to their destination, so it was already evening. She carefully dismounted the horse, and moved forward a little so she could see what was happening.
She rested a hand on one of the trees, and that was when she noticed the marks,.. No.. Scratches on the tree. They were not made by an ordinary claws. She wondered if Cassius had done this, but for some reason, she felt it was not Cassius, then if it was not Cassius, it would only mean their was more of their kind. But how, she did not yet understand how or why she turned, but if there was more....
