Ligon’s claws dripped as he stepped over the fallen were-chimpanzee, gray fur bristling under the camp’s torchlight. The rest of the troop backed away in jittery grunts, unknowingly heading to where Mangolia stood....but one figure didn’t move.

Kruel stood at the center of the camp, arms folded, grin stretched wide.

“Rotten bones of the damned I've sent to hades has never seen anything so ....enrapturing” he drawled, eyeing the corpse at Ligon’s feet. “The little wolf pup grew ...