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The last cart passed over the bridge, the caravan immediately picked up speed - the horses were whipped up and forced to trot. It remains to cross a small meadow and you can enter the gates of Kerival.

- Well, finally, - Tirena immediately hit the horse on the sides and let it go around the caravan.

Yarsi did not rush forward, drove along the carts on the grass and remained on a par with the first. The driver glanced at him warily, then nodded inquiringly to the warrior riding on the other side. He silently moved to figure out who he was and what he needed, but did not have time to drive up to the incomprehensible traveler, when a desperate cry was heard somewhere behind him.

Yasri tugged on the reins sharply, his horse reared up and turned in place. Almost simultaneously, the entire caravan froze on the road.

The werewolf sniffed the air and, more by smell than by ear, moved to where something transforming was beating through the tension that bound the air. A second was added to the