The wind howled as the trio made their way toward the Frostfang Sanctuary. The towering peaks loomed in the distance, their sharp edges cutting into the sky like jagged teeth. The journey was grueling, the snow relentless, biting at their faces with every step. Erin walked slightly ahead, her breath forming clouds in the icy air, her mind heavy with the weight of Kael's words.
Raynor walked beside her, his steps purposeful, but his mind far from the cold mountain path. His encounter with Kael had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. The Bloodborne. The Blackfangs. The Blood Moon Trial—it all felt like a twisted, inevitable fate that had been written long before his birth. And Erin, tied to it all by the mark on her wrist, was no longer just a healer in his eyes. She was the key to
