The Devil's Price

Elder Vane’s POV

The smoke made it hard to breathe, thick and ugly and curling into my lungs like punishment. Every direction I turned, the ground was littered with bodies and blood. Our own guards. Malachi’s men. Maverick’s wolves. The air shook with growls and metal clashing, with cries cut short and orders shouted over the sound of death. I could barely think straight, but my eyes were moving f