*Ryatt*

My men are doing exactly what I told them to do. Run. Run in circles around camp. Try to get the hounds to funnel between the two huge rock formations we camped between. Trap them on either side. 

I try not to think about the bloodshed, not yet. There’s only a few of us left after battling with my father’s men. 

Everyone is in their wolf forms except for me. I wield the sword–an ancient weapon that belonged to my mother’s family and was passed down to me. ...