Chapter 8: The King Who Made Wolves Kneel
“Release her before I tear your hands from your body.”
The command came from the darkness beyond the gate.
Malrec's fingers loosened around Elena's wrist. For the first time since his arrival, the man who had confessed to destroying her family looked afraid.
A tall figure emerged beneath the dying torches, dressed in a black coat fastened with silver clasps. His dark hair brushed his collar, and his pale, almost luminous eyes swept across the ruined ceremony ground.
Behind him, warriors in dark armor moved in perfect silence.
Zevarion Ashbourne, the immortal Lycan King, had arrived.
Every wolf in Blackthorn lowered its head.
Every wolf except Driven, who struggled upright despite the blood soaking his shirt.
Zevarion didn't acknowledge him
