Ripping the limbs clean off these rogue wolves with my Lycan claws felt like tearing wet parchment. Tendons snapped. Bones cracked. Blood spattered across the dirt in steaming lines. Pathetic creatures—thinking they could steal from my vendors, my people, and get away with it.
I crushed the last wolf’s spine under my heel, and the body dropped limp like discarded cloth.
Before I could enjoy the rush, a howl split the air behind me.
Short. Sharp. Royal frequency.
A warrior’s alert.
The Princess had arrived to the first Prince.
Cassian.
Tch.
Always first place, that bastard.
I grabbed the corpse by the scruff and hurled it across the field, letting it thud against the rocks with a satisfying wet crack. No use wasting good intimidation.
Turning, I shifted back into my humanoid form
