The full moon rose, casting its silver light over the fortress like a divine omen. It hung in the sky, full and ominous, heavy with the weight of prophecy and blood.
Inside the fortress walls, everything was silent but it was the silence before a storm.
Draka stood atop the eastern tower, his dark cloak billowing behind him as the wind howled. The light of the moon struck his face, revealing sharp eyes that glowed faintly gold. He was no longer the broken man who once struggled for control, he had healed, risen stronger, and completed the transformation.
The beast within was now fully awakened.
And tonight… his son would be born.
“Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out,” he commanded coldly, his voice edged with power as he addressed the men gathered below him. “The walls are secured. Patr
