Fallon jerked as my tail seized upon his throat. I had not felt rage like this since… since… Since I’d killed that man on Zabria. Fallon’s white eyes bulged, his claws sinking deep into my tail. I barely felt it. His hound snapped feral jaws in defense of its master, circling Tarion, but I paid the creature little mind. If Tarion felt threatened, he could deliver a single, skull-smashing kick. No. All my attention was focused upon Fallon. Fallon, whose stampeding herd had almost killed my wife.
