Chapter 239

DEREK’S POV The clash of steel and the sound of bodies hitting the ground reached me long before I saw them. I stood at the edge of the mist-covered clearing, silent, my wolf prowling just beneath the surface as I watched. Draven’s men. Two of them—broad-shouldered, brutal, precise. Their movements were sharp, practiced, perfected over years of blood and discipline. One wielded a blade with the grace of a predator, the other tore through enemies with nothing but his fists, bone crunching under the force. I narrowed my eyes. So these are Draven’s dogs. Even from a distance, I could feel their strength humming in the air. Skilled—no, lethal. Warriors like these didn’t just protect, they destroyed. I could see why Draven trusted them with his precious little daughter’s safety. But then the question sank claws into me: Why am I fighting them? My scouts had stirred the hornet’s nest, and these two had answered with the ferocity of demons unleashed. Yet, watching them, I couldn’t shake the t