A war cry ripples through the army at my back. We tear through the gates of Petyr’s last stronghold.
As the gates rip apart, Petyr’s men scatter like headless chickens. We’ve been picking them off one by one for weeks, so they understand how this is going to play out. They know there’s no way they can win this.
They know we’ve come to kill.
The smarter men abandon ship almost immediately. Only a stubborn few stand their ground.
I can respect their loyalty, but it’s not going to win them anything except a quick death. I dodge a barrage of bullets before jumping out of the car and returning fire.
A handful of Ivanov men crumple to the ground. I look behind me and see The Wolf roving amongst Petyr’s men. He has long blades in each hand, wielding them with ease. They glitter in the moonli
