Klaric disengaged from the fight, coughing out blood.
Chrystal’s eyes moved from him to the wolves in full shift at a distance from her, and the leaders of both groups.
Where earlier there had been an almost one-to-one fight, there was now a bunch of rogue wolves circling wounded pack warriors as they stepped over the bodies of Malbarone’s finest – the Noble Alpha’s finest.
The rogues were easy to identify. They had a rougher look, with disheveled fur and far more dust and dirt on their bodies than the wolves from the noble house. There was also a jerky, almost nervous edge to their movements, like they were slightly unstable.
Where the pack warriors moved smoothly, gracefully, the rogues were…rough around the edges.
Her eyes snapped back to the fight before her, and she slouched forw
