Orvyn's POV
Conrad roared from behind them, leaping out of hiding with a flying sword dividing one of the horsemen in two. I rushed at the carriage, seething with anger. Images of Kazamir slashing my father's throat fueled my rage. Hair grew into a wave of silky black fur on my arm, as I clamped my hand on one's throat, tearing out his voice box from his jugular. I swung my sword at two others rushing at me, decapitating them in a clean swipe.
"Orvyn!" Conrad called, snapping the neck of blond. He pointed his dripping sword in a direction. "Kazamir, he's escaping! The fucker is getting away."
Escorted by four men, Kazamir in a hooded caped ran on foot in the direction of the mountain. I growled, charging forward holding the sword between my teeth. Three of Kazamir's men obstructed me, t
