Sixty One.

Rogan

The moment that I arrived back to Blood Mist, Zane seemed both agitated and annoyed with me. When we were close to the northern gate, he had refused to get within scenting range of the hidden wolves on guard.

"What is your problem," I asked him almost as annoyed with him as he was with me now.

Zane was pawing at the ground and refusing to go any further. "Haven't you had enough fun yet. If you kill anyone else from that city, the humans are going to start saying there is a serial killer running loose," I barked at him.

"You keep me locked up for too long. I hate being here all of the time." he huffed as he threw himself down on his belly clearly refusing to listen to anything that I was saying to him.