Chapter 464: War

RETH

There was no time to prepare. No moment to consider or plan. Not even a breath.

The wolves surged towards them and Reth froze, watching death roll in.

"RETH!" The scream came from only a few feet behind him. He turned to find Tarkyn, the young guard he'd evaluated and been impressed by, appointed to Elia's personal guard, tossing him a thick spear, his mouth open in a scream of warning.

It was little more than reflex to catch it and turn, roaring, to meet the rippling wave of wolf warriors, watching the crowd becoming a ripple of black and gray as the warriors took beast form.

The wolves had lost their preferred element of surprise, and been thwarted from their ploys and tricks. But they were fierce fighters and raging. Reth's heart sank. 

Many, many would die today. 

Once again, the Hallowed Grounds would be covered in blood.