The courtyard is a war zone.
Elias's men came out of the dungeons swinging. Blades, chains, whatever they grabbed on the way out. Twenty wolves, maybe more, and they're not feral. They're angry.
That's worse.
Feral wolves you can predict.
Angry ones have reasons.
Rylan hits the first line like a battering ram. Black wolf, no hesitation. He takes two down before they even see him coming.
I go right.
Three of them break off toward the east wall. Trying to flank. I cut them off at the gate, low to the ground, fast. The first one goes down when I hit his legs. The second gets my teeth in his shoulder. The third hesitates.
That's his mistake.
I shift back mid-lunge, land on him human, knee to his ribs. He drops.
My hands are shaking. I don't stop.
"East wall's clear!" I shout.
Kell
