Chapter 49
Right now, Calack would have looked terrifyingly cool. Maybe even badass.
That was if he was not soaked in blood.
His own blood.
That fact alone twisted the image into something far worse. Far more frightening.
Selene was frozen, eyes locked on him, heart pounding. His stance was steady. His words were calm. Too calm. She wanted to believe that confidence meant victory.
Rayden did not.
Rayden believed his human father was seconds away from becoming food for the crazy black wolf.
The dark wolf growled, low and deep. It felt it. Something had changed in the human it was fighting.
Calack raised his swords.
He was not a master swordsman. Not even close. But he was a sword enthusiast, a forger, someone who lived around blades. He had picked up techniques here and there, crude but practical. And most of what he knew was built for one thing.
Killing beasts.
