She was merciless, leaving him not even her body.
His sharpest blade, his most loyal guard, the she-wolf who loved him for nine years… gone, erased from his life.
When the fire was finally extinguished, Lincoln's fingers were a b****y mess, torn to the bone.
He threw himself into the charred ruins, his black robe riddled with holes from stray embers, oblivious to the pain. "Beta Lincoln! It's dangerous!" a guard shouted, rushing to stop him.
"Get out of my way!" Lincoln's eyes blazed red as he shoved the guard aside with a single blow.
He dropped to his knees in the scalding ashes, clawing at broken beams. Charred splinters pierced his palms, mixing with old wounds, blood dripping onto the blackened wood, staining the ash with dark red splotches.
One beam, two… ten, twenty… He dug nu
