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“Thanks, that would be helpful. I’ll go and talk to Dr Palmer.”

“Do you want some company?” Frederick asked.

“Sure, come on.”

CHAPTER 43

Blake, Puff and Tudor were standing on the plinth. Baylan and Alex were with them.

The two Generals and Dr Palmer were standing to one side, with Jason, Nick and Ashton. General Delinga was holding a whip.

A fire was already burning near the top of the wooden table for the surgeries.

Standing on both sides were gargoyles and dragon guards. The pack stood in front of them. Dane was wearing his crown in honour of the fallen.

Frederick and Jaxton dragged a yelling shaman into the middle and pushed him down onto his knees. They both took a step back.

The shaman looked around, his face going pale as he saw the post, gallows, table and fire.

A hush fell around the area. Not a sound could be heard except the crackling of the fire.

Blake looked at Ares and nodded before he stepped forward. “Albion Warren, former shaman of the Hayes Pack. You are being charged with multiple murders and associating and helping the demon known as Barnabus. Because of your actions, people have died. Clara and Phil, Corporal Jackal Knight, Corporal Tommy Globe, Sergeant Earla Palmer, Sergeant Laural Cartwright, Corporal Travis Wainscot and Corporal Chance Challoner.”

“I didn’t have a choice, Barnabus made me do everything,” the shaman shouted.

Tudor stepped forward. “We can all smell the lies you are spouting you have brought shame to the paranormal world you have been marked as a traitor and murderer and you now have to face the consequences of your actions.”

Alex moved and placed his hand on Tudor’s back. Tudor took a breath.

Puff stepped forward. “It has been decided that you will be tied to the whipping post and the skin will be flayed off your back. You will then be taken to the gallows and hung by the neck until you are nearly dead.”

“No, you can’t do that,” the shaman shouted.

Puff ignored him and carried on. “You will then be cut down, castrated and disembowelled; your organs will be thrown into the fire.”

The shaman screamed and started crying.

“You will then be taken to the pond, your four limbs strapped to two boats; you will be covered in honey and left to the fish and birds, or indeed any animal to feast on you until you are dead,” Blake said. “This is the agreed-upon sentence for your heinous acts.”

The shaman managed to stand up, trembling. “You think you can kill me? Let me remind you, you pathetic wolf, I am a shaman.” He held his hands up and muttered, looking surprised when nothing happened.

“You didn’t think we would leave you with magic, did you?” Blake asked.

“What have you done? Did you, dragon child, do this to me?” he spat out at Puff.

Puff felt anger race through him.

Calm yourself, Puff. He wants to anger you so you will kill him quickly.

Got it, thanks Bob. Puff laughed, surprising more than one person. “Did you think that insulting me would make me kill you quicker?”

“Now who is the pathetic one?” Baylan asked him.

“Your magic was taken from you once you were in front of us,” Blake told him.

“No one is strong enough to take my magic,” he shouted.

Laughter was heard from those watching. "I think you’ll find that my brother is much more powerful than you could ever be,” Baylan said matter-of-factly.