With a roar, Jorick charged. His black hair streamed behind him like a war flag and his anger burned around him like armor. He knocked Malick against the wall in a spray of splintered wood. They snarled in one another's faces, fangs snapping. Their arms strained as they tried to push each other away.

Katelina moved to go to him. Micah grabbed her back. "Don't try to help him, princess. This is his fight. It's about honor. Malick fucked with his woman, fucked with both his ...