The Past Comes Back To Haunt

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

As I called out, a group of rogues emerged from their hiding places, as their eyes gleamed with feral intensity.

They looked fierce, and ready to pounce, as though they were waiting for an instruction to strike. But it was what came next that made my heart skip a beat.

A figure on horseback rode out of their midst, dressed in a black cloak that billowed behind him like a dark cloud. His face was obscured by a hood, and his presence seemed to command the attention of everyone around him.

The rogues bowed immediately as they parted to let him through, and he rode up to us with a deliberate slowness, his eyes fixed on my father.

I could feel the tension in the air thickening, as Beta Jay and Viktor were poised to strike.

My father stood tall, as his eyes were fixed on the mysterious figure, making his expression unreadable.

I stood frozen, as the figure in black brought his horse to a stop before us.

The stranger's voice was low and gravelly, as he called out, ''D