Malik smiled, "You have given me the gift of your blood a great many times. You really should not waste it so. I doubt that you have much left."
Galvin closed his eye again and sank against the chains that bound his hands to the damp stone ceiling. His chest heaved from the pain and the cold.. He was a healer by nature, he knew he had broken bones and burns from the chains where Malik loved to enchant them to great temperatures.
"You wait for your friends to rescue you. You think? They won't. They had a meeting with Caul. They are probably dead by now. Arnljot, Gaviao, Gauis, Riyor, and let us not forget Callas. Poor little Callas, so young to the head of an order, so many mistakes to be made, like sending her second to investigate my little boating excursions." Malik ran his hand down the side of Galvin's face, black fur rustling softly.
Galvin mumbled something.
"What was that you said? Something about Callas, her poor bloody body broken in Romania somewhere. That means I have the new head master of the order of Epona. Joy and happiness be with me." Malik danced a little jig around Galvin,
Blood started to drip from Galvin onto the floor. New lines of cuts welled up and bled down his chest.
"Sorry, when I get excited, my claws just shoot straight up. There is no stopping them." Malik bared his muzzle full of teeth.
Galvin mumbled again.
"You really are going to have to speak louder. I can't hear you." Malik leaned in closer.
Galvin whispered, "I said that I would see you skinned on my floor for a rug and I will clean my muddy feet on you every day."
Malik looked shocked, surprised and in mocked horror, then started to laugh, "I have heard that line a thousand times. Look who is still here and who is hanging by the cuffs. Though I have had a human skinned for a rug once. Not all that useful, a couple of uses and it tears horribly. Nasty business."
"Malik." Another werewolf hybrid entered the room. "News from Caul."
"Tell me already Janeus." Malik said, "Can't you see that I am busy."
"It is not the sort of news you want in public." Janeus replied.
Galvin listened intently and took a quick look at Janeus, Female Werewolf, older, more feral looking.
"Bah, can't be that bad."
"As you wish, Malik. Caul is dead. The stone portal destroyed. The only good news is that they have lost the ranger. They number five now."
"The ranger was the only good one in the party, argumentative and stupid. Perfect for disrupting them and getting them in trouble. Caul, oh well, he was a snake after all. Slimy, scaly nasty, yucky things." Malik slumped into a corner and mumbled, rubbing his hands together, faster and faster. Then he abruptly stood up.
"Traitor in the midst. Only answer. Caul's body?" Malik nearly shouted at Janeus.
"Not ressurrectable." Janeus answered Malik moved his hands around, gesturing like he was casting a spell, "No, mess with the gods and have repercussions. There is no coming back. Nice to know, thanks Caul."
Malik grabbed Janeus by the throat fur. "More ships, put his," Malik pointed at Galvin, "into action. More werewolves, spread them across the world. I want to hear everything through them. No corner left, no place unturned. Find them quickly, find them all quickly. No more artifacts, no more people that think they can kill us, the new gods." Malik turned around, "What the hell are you still doing here?" he yelled at Galvin.
"You think I am going somewhere, you loon."
"Janeus, two silver arrows." Malik said.
Janeus pulled out two arrows. Malik plunged one arrow into his thigh and pulled it back out. The wound sealed almost instantly. "Still works. Others got different things, I got this."
The second silver arrow he plunged into Galvins right arm pit. Galvin passed out from the pain. Malik put a head to his chest.
"Damn, he still lives. What do you think it is, Janeus? What makes him not give in?"
"It has been my experience, Malik, that only two things make someone want to live. Revenge."
"Revenge. Sweet tasty revenge. That's it Janeus. That's it. He wants to make a rug of me." Malik skipped from the room. "When he wakes up, pull the arrow out." Malik sang out from down the hall.
"The other is love, you idiot, far stronger than revenge. But who does he love?" Janeus said to no one.
The ring is glowing on your chest as you wake from your sleep, Callas.
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