The moon hovered low in the sky, heavy and swollen with light, as if anticipating the c*****e to come. The air in Draka’s kingdom buzzed with unease, tension thick in the breeze, guards double checking their spears, sharpening their claws, oiling blades and loading weapons.
At the far edge of the territory, hidden behind the treeline, a man crouched in shadows, Selena’s hired mercenary. He had tried. he had tried to slip into the kingdom under the guise of a traveling rogue. But nothing worked. The gate patrols had doubled. Draka’s warriors, wolves, and even human guards all had eyes sharp as razors, their senses tenfold at the rise of the full moon.
He had approached the border posing as a lost merchant, his voice steady, face clean shaven, his scent masked with wolfrepellent herbs.
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