The first blood changed everything. The moment the blade cut through flesh, the last restraint inside the hall shattered. The wolves who had only been shouting now surged forward with violence that no command could contain.
Ryker stepped into the chaos. “Drop your weapons,” he ordered. His voice carried across the chamber, but it no longer held the same control it once did. Several wolves hesitated, yet others pushed past them without listening.
The wounded warrior stumbled backward and collided with a stone pillar. His blood smeared across the surface as he struggled to stay on his feet.
Another wolf lunged toward him.
Ryker moved quickly and caught the attacker by the arm before the second strike could land. He shoved the man back with enough force to send him crashing into a group o
