Chapter 71: The Martyr’s ReturnAlden’s POVI woke up on the cold stone floor of the chamber, surrounded by corpses and rhe air reeked of death and smoke. My body was a ruin of bites, gashes, and claw marks. The half-wolf transformation still lingered in my veins, dark veins pulsing under my skin, but the rage had burned itself down to a cold, hollow ache.I pushed myself up slowly. My clawed hands scraped the stone. The silver sword lay beside me, blade dark with blood. I picked it up and one wolf still twitched on the floor barely alive, chest rising in shallow gasps. I raised the sword and brought it down in one clean, brutal swing.The head rolled away with a wet thud and I grabbed it by the fur, lifted the severed Wolf King’s head, and stared at its lifeless yellow eyes for a long moment.Then I turned and began the long journey back to Greywood.The castle burned behind me.I had poured the remaining gasoline from the stores I found in the armory across the floors, the tapestri