A wave of dread rippled through the air. Silence descended. No one could breathe or move. Every pair of eyes remained locked on the savage werewolf standing before them.
Amidst their shock and terror, they heard the commander of the knights mutter with a terrified expression, "The Final Howl..."
They wanted to ask what he meant—but none of them dared take their eyes off the feral Thorne for even a second.
In contrast, the commander quickly regained his courage. With a trembling hand, he gripped his sword tightly and stepped in front of Arvan, saying, "My lord, run! I'll distract him!"
Unlike the others, he was the only one who had a vague idea of what they were witnessing. And that alone told him the disaster they had walked into was far greater than anyone realized.
