Ronan stilled to a halt when the Wickans drew closer; however, they avoided him and instead pursued Zachariah. In the distance, breaking through the treeline of the forest, several lesser wolves emerged.
Wary of the Lycan brothers, the lesser wolves banded together, enclosing around Ronan from every direction. Judging by the crescent moon mark tattooed onto the majority of the wolves' foreheads, it was the despicable Moonborn pack that led the charge.
Ronan growled hostilely in response, his anger thrashing about at the forefront of all his grief he fought desperately to suppress. Why was he surprised by the appearance of Wickans? He should have known Moonborn was involved the minute he spotted the dark sorcerers.
The scent he smelt earlier in the air upon their arrival back to Frosthowl Frontier undoubtedly belonged to the Moonborn wolves, and judging by their blood-stained canines and fur coats, there was only one thing to conclude.
