Freda Pov
The black wolf tore his head back, and Silas went limp on the edge of the well. Blood was dark on the white stones.
Viktor was frozen for one second, just looking at his friend's body, and then he let out a scream that did not sound human. He dropped his spear and rushed the black wolf with his bare hands.
"They're killing each other," I whispered. I kept my back pressed tight against Urdon's good side, my eyes moving across the yard.
"Don't lower your knife," Urdon said from behind me. He was breathing in short gasps, his left hand holding a chunk of stone from a broken grave.
The clearing was a complete mess. A gray rogue scrambled over a pile of logs and bit an Ironfang soldier in the shoulder, but another soldier stabbed the wolf from behind.
Nobody knew who to hit. Three separate fights were happening at the same time near the cabbage patch.
