Chapter 403

Third Person's POV

A deep gash appeared on Garrick's shoulder as a bone blade sliced through his flesh, silver-blue blood dripping down his wolf-like arm.

His battle-honed instincts from the Summit Guard barely saved him from a fatal blow, forcing him to stagger back. Despite the blood staining half his clothes, his shifted arm firmly gripped his bone sword.

He attempted to lure the assassins into