Lane's POV
"Lane wins!"
"The armored war wolves will still be led by Major General Conlay. As for Colonel Maris disobeying orders, she will receive fifty lashes after the war!"
Prince Kaelen's voice echoed across the training field, full of authority that no one dared to question.
He walked to my side and gently placed his hand on my shoulder, where my fur was standing up from rage.
"Lane, change back," he said in a low voice only I could hear.
I didn't move.
Under my sharp teeth, Maris's neck pulse beat fast beneath her thin fur.
If I pressed down just a little more, I could bite through that weak lifeline and use her blood to honor the dead souls of my pack.
Warm drops of blood dripped from between my teeth. The smell was sweet and sharp, mixed with the sour scent of her fear. I
