Selene

The howls shattered the night, raw and layered with something guttural that set my teeth on edge. They came from all sides now, echoing off the pines like a chorus of the damned. The wards' blue fire sputtered erratically, casting jagged flickers across the clearing we'd stumbled into – a small hollow ringed by twisted trunks, the ground soft with fallen needles. Those glowing eyes multiplied, pushing forward through the underbrush, and I caught the first clear glimpse: rogues, but not like any I'd hunted before. Their fur matted and patchy, eyes burning with that same unstable blue, their forms bulked up unnaturally, muscles rippling as if the curse...