Derek lay sprawled in a heap of shattered stone, dark blood bubbling past his lips.
Refusing to accept defeat, he wrenched his head toward the darkness beyond the doorway and let out a frantic shriek. "Attack! Tear her apart! Rip that b***h to shreds!"
The thunderous rhythm of countless charging boots erupted from the courtyard outside. His reinforcements. The vast vanguard of his Rogue warband.
Arthur dragged his ruined legs across the floor, his one working hand clawing into the stone slabs as he hauled himself between me and the entrance once more. A faint, rattling warning rumbled from his inner wolf, an instinctual attempt to hold off the approaching wave.
The vanguard chieftain burst into the threshold, glanced down at Arthur's broken body, and turned his predatory glare toward m
