Eira, the Shadow Knight, emerged from the forest and approached the packhouse of Khalil's territory. His senses drew him to the location, picking up on the same particular lycan energy he once felt when he served the king and queen centuries ago. His silver hair and eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight, and his suit of armor appeared to shift and writhe like living shadows. He moved with fluid grace, his movements almost ethereal, as he approached the packhouse.
Khalil's guards watched him warily, their hands on the hilts of their swords. "Who are you?" one of them demanded.
Eira drew closer, his eyes fixed on the packhouse. "I am Eira, the Shadow Knight," he replied, his voice low and mysterious. "I have come to speak with the highest of the Lycans here. I bring a warning from the past
