But Zyren didn't even look up at him to meet King Jared's gaze. Instead, he coughed as more blood seemed to flow out of his lips.
Lord Drehk stood beside him with his hand clasped strongly on the weapon in his hand. No trace of anxiety showed on his face, almost like he had accepted his fate even if it pained him to do so.
But King Jared clearly had no intention of dealing with Drehk, his eyes focused on Zyren as he gave the order, pointing at him.
"Whosoever can bring me his head will get a personal gift from me!" King Jared ordered, even as the werewolves instantly roared, dashing forward with bloodthirsty expressions on their faces.
Drehk, huge and tall, instantly raised his hands to attack with all his might. His bloodline power was strength, which meant that although his enemies were many, they couldn't take him down without a fight.
