Another hair-raising, bone-chilling howl split the night sky once more - this one laced with rapturous exultation and bestial savagery unleashed. Gathering her swirling shadowcloak around her lithe form, Gwendolyn swept from her tent with emerald eyes blazing like eldritch fire.
Reaching the corridor leading to Tristan's cell, the heavy stone walls trembled and dust rained from the ceiling as if the very foundations of the earth were being rent asunder. The maid's words had been no exaggeration - some preternatural force was indeed raging within, threatening to blast the sturdy iron doors off their hinges at any moment.
From the opposite end of the hallway, Zythrax approached with a cadre of his fiercest warriors, their slavering jaws snapping in bestial anticipation. The burly wolf-prin
