The horns of war sounded early at dawn.

And I stood at the cliff’s edge, with an armor laced over my heart like silver ribs, and watched the black banners of the Lycans ripple across the southern hills coming straight at us. My breath didn’t tremble neither did it hitch. My hands didn’t shake as well.

And yet, I could feel the heavy pulse of something ancient stirring inside me, rage, and fire....

'Steady yourself my friend, the hour is upon us' Diane calmly called out to me and I nodded immediately.

Behind me, the warriors of Blackthorn pack waited, hesitant. I could feel the weight of their doubt pressing...