“This sword,” Sabine panted, brandishing it, “is mine. The title is mine.” Ithan shifted, so fast even Sabine blinked. Make your brother proud. Sabine swung the sword as Ithan charged, a powerful blow that would cleave even his wolf’s skull in two. Ithan leapt straight at the blade. His jaws closed around it. Sabine’s eyes flared with shock as Ithan bit down, tasting metal. And shattered the Fendyr sword between his teeth.
