Valentin
Two Years Into the Great War
By the time the sun way low in the sky, the wolves were ready. They all stood at the gates of the castle in formation, waiting for their surprise to crest over the darkened hill. Those who could control their shift stood in their wolf forms at the front. They were snarling, dripping with drool as they pawed at the ground. The rest of the wolves were behind them in their gold armor. The sun was radiating off the metal, sending rainbows into the sky.
Standing in the middle, head-to-toe in gold, was Victoria. Her rowdy red curls were plaited back off her face and tucked under a helm. The shoulders of her armor were equipped with extra daggered, drenched in sunlight to make their blades more lethal to the vampires.
To her right was Valentin. He was cl
