Chapter 114. Alliance Forged in Blood

Eryndor’s POV

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. After Rydan had struck me in the back once before in the village of Guara, he’d been consumed by shame. Striking an enemy unawares went against every code he held dear—it felt dishonorable, unmanly. Yet here he was, standing firm despite that same code now binding him to listen to the wild rantings of a mad she-wolf.

Hermione paced before him, ears swiveling like radar dishes as she spoke. “Once I discovered my ability,” she began, her voice smooth with pride, “I let the power go straight to my head. I wasted no time. I raided werewolf settlements indiscriminately, dragging more wolves back to swell my ranks.” She flashed a toothy grin. “You see, my gift didn’t discriminate between male and female. I could tinker with their very structure—boost their strength, alter their shape, twist them any way I fancied. My pheromones warped their minds and bodies in a hundred deliciously cruel ways. I felt invincible.”