The werewolf curse
The Howl That
k, the battlefield pa
a metallic screech, sparks arcing like lightning. He staggered, not becaus
gh cracks in the ground. The forest wasn't just
glowing steel. His armor shimmered with enchantments-wards against natur
senses sharpened to a blade's edge. He parried her first strike, but not the second
e the rest of
e like them
ound them, the battle roared. The Bound were holding, but barely. For every
ting a path through enemy lines tow
len whispered.
e. She traced another defensive circle into the soil, whispering the names
wind blew throu
pa
g new ha
hunter. Some
lowly, and her
shadows. Her eyes gleamed silver, and her presenc
ent dry. "That'
field. She felt it, too. Her gri
id-strike. "T
dn't he
ric, neither gaining ground,
wind passed over t
's h
linked
the old pacts and forged the Orde
nd the forest quieted. Even
and resonant, "is Seraphine. You
unding. The Bone Sigi
ed this?"
d. "With the rest of the old wa
around Ma
e one who
e on beasts and soil. From the madness of nature worship. The Boun
killed packs. You burned villages.
er," Seraphine
o one knee befor
d on his head. "
g to the Ash Tree. Even the forest spirits that had once surge
t last. "We can't fight her,
t have a
len whispered. "She is magi
d them. "Not immortal
l," Clara said, ar
e looke
it burned a small, flickerin
nd the last whisper of the Old Grove. If she's tied to
"You had th
le. "I only just finished
en-and vines died. Roots cru
for the sigil. Surrender it, an
aw. "We've had enou
d for the
ly one of Bound blood can
und," Ma
are more. And because of tha
widened. "
die in a blaze of glory?" Clara smiled
ding the Heartf
're not one of them. Yo
ybe. But weeds are the fir
e
and the earth shattered, v
ther. She leapt over a roo
reamed.
-and that moment of distra
e Bone Sigil
he moonligh
Every Bound on the battlefield shifted in unison. The t
orest
ne-and drove the Hear
cream-raw, fu
een flame. She clawed at the air
he was
ll lik
unter
ttle w
orest was
re