Chapter 47

They had come tonight with the clear intent of currying favor with Zorath Grimrock.

Now, it was no longer a matter of building ties—at this point, avoiding his open contempt would be the greatest mercy they could hope for.

A fine sheen of sweat broke across Dravos’s brow. Zorath was younger than him, but the sheer dominance in the Alpha’s eyes carried the weight of a seasoned warlord. The pressure