The woman was young, younger than Belialthorn in his human form. Her face was small but her eyes were like those horses, they were wild. It was even more true when Belialthorn saw the claws on her hand. She was like a beast. It must be her skills.
All the Hunters from the teams closed around them in a loose circle, murmuring and sending words to those at the back. Belialthorn let them. He wanted them to see.
The Captains understood immediately and if they hadn't believed Kieran before, they did now. Among the Captains, only one was in equal Grade as this kneeling woman and that was Fur in Grade 9.
This must be one of Riven's blood. "He kept me waiting."
The woman bowed her head. "He...encountered some difficulties. It was stronger than he thought. Even now, Riven lay wounded."
"Do you hunt with him?" Belialthorn asked curiously.