There Was A Werewolf?!

Kayla stood in place and watched the Carriage pull away.

The memory of those eyes was popping back into her head and winning the battle of relevance against the thoughts of the Werewolf she was still holding on to hopes of recovering when Gareth tapped her gently on the arm. 

"Come on," he said and led the way to the rest of their host of Mercenaries where he got on his horse. 

Kayla followed and once she was seated at the back of her horse, they continued the ride toward the ridge. 

A few minutes later, they arrived at the scene of death where the bodies of the dead Mercenaries were strewn. 

Gareth stepped his horse a few feet from the cages and leaped down to run toward them. The ones with the larger bars were so clearly empty but, with the door of the third being turned away, he held on to hope.