POV: Callum Brennan
Location: The Feral Den, Packless Wolf Bar
Time: Three Days After Paralysis
I can stand now. Barely. Isla's treatments are working faster than expected. Three days and I'm upright. Not fighting-capable. But mobile.
That's enough for what I need to do tonight.
The Feral Den is packed. Fifty packless wolves. All desperate. All surviving day-to-day. All about to learn that survival just got harder.
I'm standing at the bar when Bill Bolter approaches. He owns the fighting pits. Profited off my death match.
"Heard you want to address my customers. This better be good. I don't appreciate recruitment speeches in my establishment."
"It's not recruitment. It's warning. They need to hear it."
"Fine. Five minutes. Then you leave." Bill signals for attention. "Everyone shu
