FINNIAN
Two massive wolves burst out of the thick bush. Their roars tore through the air, howls echoing together like thunder. The wind they summoned lifted leaves, dust, and dirt, blinding our eyes, making our horses stagger and neigh.
“Cover your eyes! Cover your eyes!” I yelled, my voice slicing through the chaos.
My men obeyed instantly. When the wind finally died down, I blinked through the dust, locking eyes with the two wolves standing before us. Same height. Same thick gray fur. Same blood-red stare. They had to be twins.
Jared leaped off his horse before I could speak. “I’ll take them down, Prince. They’re nothing, they are just making empty noises.”
I didn’t stop him. I wouldn’t waste thirty warriors on two pathetic rogues. Let him show me what he’d learned.
The wolves move
