Carnage greeted Wallace when he reached the location. The waterfall's roar muffled the screams of warriors Perry had slaughtered with savage brutality.
Wallace remained unaware of the events until he drew close enough to witness the king's vicious rampage firsthand.
Death had nearly claimed Wallace before, so the king's ruthless nature wasn't foreign to him. Still, the massacre spread before his eyes churned his stomach.
The horrific sight triggered violent retching from the seventeen warriors he'd brought to this place.
They reverted to human form, trembling like autumn leaves in a storm.
The men watched Perry tear a beast's head clean off. The king remained in his black wolf form, his dark fur drenched in blood that dripped steadily to the ground.
None of that blood belonged to him—it was all enemy gore.
