Chapter 13

Those words struck Cyril where it hurt most. The mangled, blood-soaked fetal sac on the altar rose vividly before his eyes once more. It had been the offspring of the White Wolf. By his own hand, he had extinguished the tribe's last hope and destroyed the final possibility between himself and me. "I'm going to kill you." A dark haze surged through Cyril's eyes. "If it weren't for you, she might still be by my side." "Is that so? Then I'd like to see which of us kills the other first." Cedric tossed the kneepads from his hand, then carefully placed them on a clean surface nearby. In the next instant, two beastly roars erupted at the same time. Inside the cramped room, two massive wolves tore into each other. The gray wolf clamped its jaw around the brown wolf's nape, while the brown wolf drove its claws deep into the gray wolf's abdomen. There was no technique, no strategy. Only raw, primal tearing and slaughter. Tables and chains shattered under the impact. Claw marks gouge