The night was chaotic, with William going as far as to shift into his wolf form to avoid being killed by the assassins whose main goal was his head.
It wasn't until they were all dead around him, along with his guards who had not managed to keep their lives, that he transformed back into his human form.
The smell of blood filled the air, and any normal human would have vomited the second they came across the gory sight of bodies that looked like they had been mauled to death.
Without batting an eye, he grabbed a coat from one of the dead men and wore it to cover his naked body, taking a step forward to see how bad the damage was when his legs suddenly weakened, and he fell to the ground.
"Shit!" he mumbled under his breath as he gritted his teeth and struggled to get back on his feet, even as he cursed Eldric in his head, aware that such an attack with such professional attackers couldn't have been done by anyone but a lord.
