The fight raged within the walls of the burning fortress. Mara's followers screamed his name, Hagenwolf's died trying to protect him. Fire raced up the towers, devouring the family banner. And then it happened.
Mara disarmed him.
With one fluid movement, she managed to wound him severely and even managed to throw him into the fire, where his injuries worsened. It wouldn't be easy or quick for him to regenerate something like that. The fight was already decided. Her brother, panting, tried to retreat, but she charged him, knocking him down and pinning him to the ground.
For a moment, I thought she would kill him right there, but she didn't. He stopped, his breathing ragged, his eyes glowing in an almost human way.
"Tell me you're sorry, and that you'll join me," he said, his voice deep,
