Chapter 81

Magnus’s death.

Elara’s POV

Fenrir’s jaws locked down on a thick muscle of Magnus’s front leg, drawing a roar of pain and fury. Magnus, momentarily distracted, twisted violently, shaking Fenrir off, but Fenrir was back on his feet in a second, circling Magnus.

A flash of gray followed. Tobias, striking at Magnus’s hind legs, darting in and out, a constant, irritating presence that kept the massive Alpha off balance. He snapped at Magnus’s hocks and at his ankles, a relentless harrier that would not be shaken. Magnus, clearly irritated, kicks him towards Fenrir.

Next came Rourke, a bull of a wolf, he slammed into Magnus’s chest like a battering ram. The impact sent out an audible crack of bone against bone, and Magnus grunted, the blow stealing his breath. Rourke, with the strength of a tank, pushed him back, his paws digging into the earth.

A white wolf, ghostly and swift, joined the assault. Varra. She was a silent storm, her movements fluid and