The Alpha Mauler stood in the ruined courtyard as if the southern quarter of Veyrhold had been built around its body and not the other way around.
Liam did not move immediately. Neither did Asher. The two of them stood among dead ordinary Maulers, cracked road stones, patches of frost, and low trails of blue fire dying across the ground, both understanding at once that the situation had changed.
The lesser Maulers lowered themselves around it.
That told Liam enough.
The Alpha was not simply bigger. It controlled the den.
