Landon's POV
They weren't what I had anticipated. Those huge beasts I had seen crushing wolves with just the palms of their hands, I had never thought the Shadow Wolves to be that.
At first, hearing about them and the dread that followed their name had made me see them as highly skilled assassins.
Assassins who were raised and trained to only know the way of killing. Assassins for whom taking lives was a sport, a game they played for fun, feeding off the terror of others.
But when Fenris dragged me back and told me not to interfere as those tall, giant wolves tore through the Crimson Moon warriors, I realized the truth. Those inhumane beasts, those monsters that crushed bodies like twigs, were the Shadow Wolves. Lord Varron's dread of the night.
The bus had stopped us at the station where we were supposed to alight. The streetlights hd flickered against my eyes, the familiar heaviness of being back in Ravenshore wrapping itself around me like a noose.
