Aldric
The battle below the cliffs unfolded like a slow death.
My men lunged from the shadows—feral, wild, merciless. They struck Sebastian’s guard with claws and teeth, their growls splitting the night like thunder. For a moment, it looked like they would overwhelm him. That they would tear him down like wolves shredding a stag.
But Sebastian was no stag.
He was the Alpha King of Yormsborg.
I watched, stone-faced, as he carved through my men like a blade through rotten cloth. His wolf flashed in the moonlight—black and violent—scattering my men like dust on the table. One of my best, Luken, tried to strike from behind. He didn't even see the claw that opened his chest.
“Hmmm,” Scar groaned within me.
His wolves, his soldiers, fought with a desperation that could only come from loya
