Riven’s expression hardened. “My ancestor, Kaelthorn, once wiped out an entire pack… erased them from history. When I was young, I asked why we couldn’t do it again.”
A bitter smirk touched his lips. “Every time I asked, I was met with the same warning: The cursed blood beast must never be awakened. That was Kaelthorn’s decree. No wars with gods, wolves, or witches. No bloodshed to stir the beast that sleeps beneath our veins.”
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with a feral glint. “But during my uncle’s war against Lucien… something did awaken,” Riven murmured, his voice carrying the weight of both revelation and madness. “I felt it… burning inside me. A hunger that wasn’t mine. Something ancient, savage… alive. The cursed blood beast is awakened in my veins.”
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