"He did not seek victory on the field. He sought Elias, and now I will tear him apart, or die trying."
The Northern Castle, once a fortress of stone and steel, was a fluid maze beneath my massive paws. I ran with the terrifying speed and single-minded focus of the Alpha Wolf, my silver-gold form a blur of pure, unchained Vayne Law. The stone corridors blurred, the sound of my claws striking the floor a continuous, thunderous roar that shook the air. Every instinct, every primal command in my being, was reduced to one directive: Protect our mate. The sheer audacity of Vorath's move was staggering. A diversion on the plains, designed to pull my entire command structure to the gates, leaving the heart of the Law exposed. He had not sought a military victory; he sought Elias.
