Alcalon revealed his sharp teeth with every word he spoke, resembling a row of razors. The Berserker thought the Giant Dragon had come to control the situation, only to learn from his mouth the unsettling news that was taking over the tense atmosphere from another angle.
[An enemy is among us.]
The throbbing in his throat bobbed up and down as he struggled to contain his emotions and prevent his inner frenzy from surging. The Hunting Team had a fixed formation, with small teams of two or three usually being close-knit. For this very reason, now seated around the campfire, to his left was his childhood friend Sarei, and to his right, Mikael, his wife's brother. With the help of these two, hunting had always been successful, but now he had to reassess his kin, or enemies disguised as kin.
