Brandon and his men had no way of knowing the exact number of wolves. Under the cover of the blizzard, the pack operated like elite assassins, ready to launch a silent, fatal ambush from the darkness and tear out your throat at any second.
They could only press their backs against the mountain wall and try to feed the fire. Torches were completely useless in this kind of storm, snuffed out in a split second.
"Keep the fire up! Raise your swords, shields up!" the old hunter screamed at the top of his lungs.
Chapter 19