Joseph's POV
Demetrius is attacking again, the bastard. His fighters have to be as exhausted as mine are, yet here he comes again with that relentless aggression that makes my blood boil.
Something tells me he knows about my injuries. This attack feels personal, targeted. While my warriors face single opponents, multiple wolves circle me like vultures, coordinating their strikes to bring me down. Every time one of my men falls, their attacker immediately joins the pack hunting me.
Initially, I managed to match their pace, dropping them as quickly as they came at me. But my warriors are beyond exhausted, running on fumes, and I can see they're not healing properly thanks to that incompetent excuse for a doctor we had.
