Chapter 531: The Words Only Wolves Know
One Month Before
The battle ended quickly. The smell of blood hung thick in the air.
Their bodies lay scattered on the floor. Barry's eyes were still open; he had died in shock.
Blood had soaked into the dirt beneath him, spreading slowly like dark ink through paper.
The other warriors who had ridden with Tobias were not faring any better.
Some had died in their wolf forms.
Others had fallen with blades still clutched in their hands.
Even the direwolves Victoria had sent with them lay motionless now, their massive bodies crumpled between broken branches and churned earth.
Tobias had to admit that he had expected more from Barry and the others he had come with.
Well, not that he was any better. He wasn't dying or on the verge of death, but he was very much a hostage.
