Abruptly, Zythrax released his iron grip, letting Tristan crumple to the filthy floor in a ragged, wheezing gasps. He glared balefully up at the towering wolf-prince with one eye already swelling shut from the brutal manhandling.
"What's...your twisted endgame here?" Tristan rasped, struggling to draw air into his burning lungs. "You've made your...supremacist posturing abundantly clear..."
Zythrax regarded him with naked contempt before speaking in clipped, emotionless tones. "My father's grand vision is finally coming to fruition, Ravenswood - the total conquest and eradication of every last pocket of resistance. Started with the utter annihilation of you meddlesome Hintherland mongrels in the highlands."
Despite himself, Tristan stiffened at the mention of his ancestral kinsmen, murd
