Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

“You should be terrified.” Suddenly, behind Arika, the void shifted—dozens of mounted wolf heads appeared along the walls of nothingness. Their mouths hung open in silent screams, eyes glassy and wide. Some she recognized. Alphas from packs she’d only heard of in war reports. Others were strangers, but all of them… all of them were dead. “I killed them,” Arika whispered, eyes gleaming. “Every one of them. Ripped their throats open, carved their skulls from flesh, and mounted their heads in my cabin like trophies.”