Cursed By The Lycan Blood

tation was almost worse

ion for her defiance, maybe even a sense of unity. But the air around the fo

it wou

the High Order and

r warriors. Maps were sprawled across the table, stones marking routes, supply

p," Brynn said. "If the Council sends scouts again,

And send word to the Shadow Fangs in the north. If they'r

aused. "As for her, she doesn't leav

ed. "You're l

aid without flinching. "This isn'

same," sh

of," Brynn added. "They've destroyed entir

or this power,"

" Damien said, voice level. "They just s

s: a woman in gold armor standing atop a mountain of ash, her hands soaked in blood. A

her bedsheets soaked

he mirror beside

ction. Not amber this time-but white

few seconds, but

changi

her awakening beyond

she sat staring before a

in the dark gray cloak of the border guards. He looked

sleep eithe

ned. "Do I

I'm called Kael. Damie

"Another trainer? Wha

arrior. I'm s

curved dagger unlike any Sarah had seen. It shimmered lik

u get that?"

hollow," Kael said softly. "

as unlike anything S

built around speed, silence, and survival. He didn't teach her

your enemy thinks. And never-never-he

aylight. He taught Sarah how to breathe without sound,

that, he taugh

he shadow of the watchtower. "The primal wants to protect you. But

didn't

, some part of her wa

ssed. The

. Some warriors greeted her in passing. Some sti

nger just "th

as a

ould inspire.

ird week that the st

arning. No horns.

d at the edge of

ed open. His skin was marked with the sigil

Brynn knelt beside him

he whispered. "A messen

note pinned

read it

r we light the fores

he yard. Tensi

d. "They're using kids

done worse," Kae

beyond the wall. "No more mes

mbered," Brynn said

. "Then it's time she

ust a rogue pack-they were

s, carving homes into rock and bone. Known for their brutality in battle

Sarah might be the

anied by Kael and two guards. "The Crimson Fang worshipped her as th

ney took

in mourning. A horn blew in the distance, and warriors emerged from behind

seen Lycans li

ilder. Scar

an with white hair and an

id. "Alpha of the Cri

lliance. The Council move

landed on Sara

the s

chin. "And I wo

stepped down from her perch and r

itated. T

n-and the golden sigil flared to life. The light

ra s

ne," she whisper

n as Sarah stood beside Maerra

ang howled in

st time, Sarah

in f

in s

n pro

g... And she was read

ers in the dark. The night was alive with tension, but Sarah felt something else- a strange, almost

all to see. The crimson glow of the sigil had only grown stronger since she arrived, as

smile played on the corner of the Alpha's lips, but there was no warmth in it-only

st done, girl?" Maerra's voice

know? The Council wants me gone. I'm the key to something-maybe even thei

son Fang doesn't fight for sentiment. We fight to survive. We fight because the Council took everything

ire that began to build at the back of her throat. No, she thought. I'm no

but firmly, locking eyes with Maerra. "I'll

lames crackling between them, before she nod

lived by its own rules-no laws, no leaders except the strongest. And that made them a force to be reckoned with. Sa

with her instincts rather than rigid technique. He never spoke about his past, but Sarah could tell that the dark

es they'd fought, and the betrayals that had scarred them all. The most painful part of the history w

t, her voice rough with a mixture of grief and defiance. "Bu

t just in their blood-it was in their ability to survive, to rebuild when everything seemed lost.

eople-needed them

distant drums reached Sarah's ears. She had been meditating by the edge of the canyon, her

standing and moving towa

o the same beat that had caught Sarah's attention. She nodde

ld. The Council's fo

she asked, her hand instinctively resti

listening to the distant

warrior preparing for the fight of their lives. The drums had stopped, but the heavy footfalls of the Council's ad

, his expression hard. "It's time," he said. His voice wa

ion?" she asked, alre

d the western ridge. You're with me-Maerr

sting in her gut. She had been through countless battle

s for s

ss the canyon as Sarah and Damien made their way to the front lines. T

nized, disciplined-each soldier bearing the mark of the High Order. Their bann

ew who he was. The Alpha of the Kni

he tides h

low and focused as they approached the line of warri

ugh her, the primal blood that flowed in her veins stirring in anticipation. This wasn't just a fight-it was th

g off the stone walls of the canyon. The warriors of the Crimson Fang hit hard and fast, e

soldier after soldier. Her blood was singing, her body moving with a speed and grace that even Kael had yet to full

midst of the ba

hair and eyes that gleamed like polished stone. He was tall, command

Wa

charge earlier, the on

heir eyes locked. She could feel the we

r... He was a hunter...