Richard
The granary went up fast, the old timber catching like it had been waiting for a reason to burn.
Richard was already shifting before he reached the tree line, the change tearing through him in the space of two strides, fur replacing skin, the world sharpening into scent and heat and the high, panicked cries of wolves scattering from the flames. Torren shifted beside him a half-second later, and together they broke into the chaos of the outer yard.
Hunters moved through the smoke in organized pairs, not the ragged opportunists Richard had faced along the border before, but disciplined, coordinated, moving with the confidence of men who had been told exactly where the pack's weaknesses sat. That certainty, more than the fire, told Richard everything he needed to know about where t
