Chapter 8: The Crimson Hunt
The first howl was long and sharp, splitting the night like a blade through silk. It was answered by another, then another, until the forest rang with a chorus that sent a primal shiver down Kairo’s spine.
Hunters.
Not just any hunters — Bloodbound. The kind who didn’t fight for coin or sport but for the taste of wolf blood.
Kaelen drew his twin blades in one smooth motion, his stance low and ready. “They’re close. Too close.”
Kairo scanned the trees. The crimson light from the bleeding moon made every shadow stretch unnaturally long. The Seal in his hand pulsed harder, like it could sense the danger.
A twig snapped.
From the treeline, a figure emerged — tall, lean, draped in black leather etched with runes. His face was covered by a mask of bone, carved
