Fenrys bellowed at the dark chain binding
him.
He shredded into it, biting and tearing with
every scrap of defiance he possessed.
Let it kill him, wreck him. He would not
serve. Not another heartbeat. He would not
obey.
He would not obey.
And slowly, Fenrys got to his feet.
Pain shuddered Aelin as she lay sprawled,
panting, arms straining to hold her head and
chest off the ground.
It was not Cairn and the poker she stared
at.
But Fenrys, rising upward, his body
rippling with tremors of pain, snout wrinkled
in rage.
Even Cairn halted. Looked toward the
white wolf. “Stand down.”