Chapter 9Andawyr stepped forward instinctively towards the swaying figure of Antyr but Oslang, remembering the urgency of Yatsu’s hand as it prevented him from leaving his seat when Andawyr and Antyr had burst so suddenly from their dream, seized his arm quickly. He remembered, too, the sight of the wolves, their eyes bright, yellow and baleful.
‘No, don’t go near him.’
Briefly Andawyr resisted Oslang’s restraint but, even as he made to pull his arm free, Tarrian’s hackles began to rise and his upper lip curled back to reveal glinting and powerful teeth. The sight was accompanied by a rumbling growl.
Oslang’s grip tightened, as much now to seek protection as to give it.
Andawyr stopped his struggle and froze as Grayle joined his brother by Antyr’s side.
‘What’s the matter?’ Andawyr sa
