Thornak had only walked a short distance when it happened.
A sharp growl cut through the air and a dagger suddenly shot out from the shadows.
Thornak reacted fast. He moved to the side just in time, so the blade only scraped his arm instead of cutting into him.
He turned quickly, eyes narrowing.
From a small broken house nearby, several dark figures burst out at once.
Rogue Lycans. Here in Dravenmoor?
They jumped at him with their claws out, trying to bring him down.
Thornak growled low in his throat, ready to fight back with full force.
The rogues surrounded him, attacking from all sides.
People in the street saw the fight and cried out in fear—
"The King!"
"Protect the King!"
"Rogues!"
"The King has been ambushed," one of the older men told one of the fishermen.
"Hurry, go to the barracks and call the commanders!"
Shouts rang across the street as the rogues closed in. Thornak's eyes swept over them quickly. Eight of them.
