Dire Bound

They ride the wolves into battle and, rumor has it, the riders can even tap into the magic that the direwolves wield. Using his direwolf’s magic, maybe. “This man,” the rider calls out, his rumbling deep voice echoing over the silenced crowd, “is a deserter from the front. Daemos culled five of their own; Jonah was on a tear after watching his direwolf’s mate die. And when the Sturmfrost royal finally makes her appearance, she’s weak and in love with the person whose family stole her birthright!” What… the fuck?