Reidar urged the wolf onward; the dam's silhouette rose through the trees. Havenwood's walls loomed closer.
At some point, he reached the gates. The guards there spotted the lone rider. One raised a hand to stop him, but Reidar barreled through without slowing. They stepped aside, shouting behind him, but the wolf rider ignored them.
Reidar veered straight for the ranger station. There was much he had to tell Martin, and the most important of them all was the existence of a monster like Silas. Martin needed to hear it all now. Before the church's rot spread further, Martin needed to kick them out.
He reined in the wolf yards from the station's steps. Martin stood there, in front of the open door, barking orders to a group of fifty fighters.
Axes gleamed in the midday sun, their edges sharp enough to cleave bone, clutched in rough hands that shook a bit too much.
