Chapter 51 We Were Defeated

• In the exact spot where his ally had been hiding, Percival heard the muffled sounds of pain echoing through the foliage. He quickly approached, and his eyes locked on Davilon, an old friend who had been exiled many years ago by Atticus’s parents. Davilon had become a formidable leader, building an army of banished wolves that took refuge in the darkest, most remote parts of the Bavarian-like forest. The memory of his past revenge stood out in the form of a deep scar that cut across his muzzle, a constant reminder of Atticus’s father’s claws.
• Percival’s voice rang with urgency as he observed Davilon’s wounds. “What happened here?”
• Percival’s weary eyes focused on the injuries marking Davilon’s body, and he could feel the weight of his own choices bearing down on him.