“I’m in.” Hamilton agreed with Caspian in an instant. “I need to blow off some steam before I step foot in Xanmar. That wolf had an ego bigger than his head before he was even a King. Now that he is going to be the King, I am pretty sure he will try to talk down on us unless he matured after his old man’s death. So, I better keep my killer instinct in check as well.”
Vincent was standing in the middle of Caspian and Hamilton, wondering if he would be the one to hold these two hotheads back if something unfavorable was to go down.
‘I just hope that it won’t come down to that,’ he thought to himself.
Vincent then took a deep breath and agreed as well, “Okay, let’s hunt down some beasts then. I don’t want the two of you jumping to kill the werewolves the first time you get a chance.”
“So,” Hamilton glanced at Caspian and asked while giving a challenging smirk, “What’s our target?”
