OLD,EVIL SHIFTER WOLF

{"It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways."}

"What are you saying?" Desmond hissed at me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Freyr smirked and answered before I could. "He said that Lord Marcel might be harboring a wolf in Bloodstone Mountain."

The sharp intake of breath from the royal guards, the mountain guards, Desmond, and Cassius was almost comical. Armon and Aggrey remained impassive, their expressions unreadable, while I stepped forward to join Freyr. Without hesitation, I turned to the guards.

"Open the damn door."

A moment of hesitation. Then, as expected, they all turned to Cassius for guidance.

Freyr snickered, and before anyone could react, he lunged. His body slammed against the steel door with a resounding boom, the impact denting the thick metal. The vibration echoed through the mountain like a war drum, sending a shudder through the guards.