A Web of Ashes and Blood
The wind howled through the forest like a warning cry, rustling the dense canopy that shielded the rogue’s hideout from the moonlight. At the edge of the clearing, cloaked in shadow, stood a tall figure—his eyes like polished coal, gleaming with malevolence.
Darius, the rogue leader, grinned as he surveyed the scroll spread before him on a crude wooden table. Faded ink and worn parchment spoke of secrets older than any living wolf. But he had deciphered it. He had uncovered the ancient curse’s root—and now, he knew how to twist it into a weapon.
Behind him, his second-in-command, a lean, savage wolf named Brant, shifted uneasily. “You’re certain this will work?”
Darius didn’t glance up. “When I mark the soil with the blood of the two bound by the curse, the pow
