Chapter 78 The Siege Begins

• The first spell hit the northern wall like a battering ram made of wind and spite.
• Stone cracked. Wood splintered. A section of the wall ten feet wide collapsed inward, and through the gap poured the compelled wolves. Their eyes were empty, their movements jerky and wrong. They ran on two legs and four, weapons in hand or claws extended, silent except for their pounding feet.
• “Hold the line!” Cassandra shouted.