Page 33 of The War is Coming

The shaman rolled his eyes. “King Blake,” he spat out.

“I’m not sure being disrespectful is the best way to go when requesting sanctuary,” the dragon guard told him.

“Look, I’m requesting sanctuary. Are you letting me in or not?” the shaman demanded.

“I’m going to go with not. You worked with Alpha Tom to kidnap Henry. You worked with Barnabus to infect Phil, causing his and Clara’s death. You helped with getting dream walkers into our pack ground, killing innocent dragons and gargoyles, and I’m pretty sure you’ve used your healing abilities on Barnabus.”

“Yes, well, I didn’t have a choice,” the shaman said, shifting his gaze away from them.

“You know we’re all shifters, right?” the gargoyle guard asked. “We can smell your lies.”

“Off you go, bye now,” Ash said, with a wave.

“But I can help you. I know things, important things,” the shaman said desperately.

“Like what?” Ash demanded.

“Things I will only tell Blake, especially about the Rising and a certain spear.”

Ash had no idea what he meant by a spear, but for all he knew, Blake could already know about it. But he had heard of The Rising.

“That’s King Blake to you, and we already know about them.”

“I bet you don’t know his shadow is already on the pack grounds, do you?” he sneered.

“I don’t understand, his shadow?” Ash said, sounding and looking confused.

“A demon’s shadow can work independently from their body. There is no way to track the shadow as it can slip in anywhere, without being seen, heard or felt,” the dragon guard explained.

“Well, isn’t that just perfect,” Ash said, running a hand down his face.

“Now will you let me in and give me sanctuary?” the shaman demanded.

Ash looked at the dragon guard. “Let him through,” he said, looking at the shaman. “Leave your car where it is.”

The shaman grinned. “I knew you would see sense.”

A doorway appeared in the ward, and the shaman walked through. As soon as he was on pack lands, the doorway closed.

“Now take me to see Blake,” he demanded.

Ashton laughed. “The only place you’re going is to our cells. And just so you know, they’re magic proof.”

The gargoyle guard walked behind him.

“Wait, you can’t do that,” he shouted as the gargoyle guard caught his arms and pulled them behind his back.

From somewhere, the dragon guard produced shifter-grade cuffs and put them around the shamans’ wrists.

“Stop. You can’t do this. You said you would give me sanctuary,” he protested.

Ashton laughed. “I never said I would give you sanctuary. I just let you through the wards. It will be up to the Kings to decide your fate.”

“No, stop.”

“I’ll take him to the cells, Beta,” the dragon guard said.

“Thanks, Corporal. I’ll stay here until you get back.”