His pack ran with him, shoulders slumped and heads lowered, breathing hard through the damnable vox-grates. The huskarl of the warleader Богобой kept pace with him step for step. Of the seven Wolves that took the boarding of the Alpha-Legion frigate “Yota Malefelos,” only four remained, but they kept pushing fiercely toward their goal, hacking with all their might and smashing armor and bones inside. The Sons of Russ fought the champion who had killed their brothers from the pack— the monster in a tactical dreadnought suit. And from that minute on, Bjorn led them farther and farther, like a burning torch thrown into the beating heart of the ship.