ELEVEN
Louperdu
‘Stand down, or I will end you!’
The threat was a hollow one. Nevertheless, he needed to try. Even if Darlia released the two on the left flank, the three remaining wolves would tear him apart. He would take one, perhaps even two, but anything more was wishful thinking on his part. He had hoped that release would find him on a grand stage of his choosing, as had been the case for Ragnar. Instead, his time would come defending those living on the fringe of society. Perhaps it was fitting, he mused. After all, he had spent so little time in the vale, preferring to roam the wild at the sharp end of Freylar’s defence. Drawing a throwing knife from the sheath strapped to the underside of his left arm, he took aim, waiting for the wolves to solidify. He considered putting more
