Damien
Blood covered the courtyard. The gates of Bloodmoon Pack lay shattered behind us.
Bodies of guards littered the ground. The smell of iron and blood filled the night air.
My warriors were still fighting, but Bloodmoon was stronger than expected.
I stood in the center of the courtyard, chest heaving, claws stained with blood.
Lucan was beside me, wounded but standing.
Orion stood to my right, sword in hand, his face grim.
"Where is she?" Lucan growled. I scanned the fortress.
Somewhere inside these walls, Ariana was here.
I could feel it. "She's below," Orion said. I turned to him sharply.
"How do you know?" He tightened his grip on the sword.
"I can feel the energy." Before I could ask more, The massive front doors of the fortress burst open.
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