The sound was deafening.
A single, wet gasp. Then silence.
For a long moment, no one moved. I just stared, frozen, at the blood running in thin streams down my fingers, hot and slick, pooling at my boots.
It had all happened too fast.
Uther had raced out of the throne room in a matter of seconds.
Fled as fast as lighting without breaking a stride.
Before anyone could even make a single move, all that could be heard outside was screaming, growling and tearing.
We could hear Uther's screams in terror begging to stop.
And what sounded like bone being severed from the flesh rang through the hallway.
Kire, Erik's departed wolf that had refused to return to his body, majestically walked into the throne room.
His height, times two of a regular wolf.
He tossed the severed limb and I knew it was Uther's
The crowd gasped.
Men got up to perhaps bring in Uther but I rose my hand.
I knew what Kire was going to do.
"Kire." I nodded in approval .
