The Howl of War
The biting cold of the pre-dawn forest was a living thing, seeping into Lyra’s bones, yet it was a welcome sensation. It grounded her, a stark contrast to the swirling vortex of fury and grief inside. The laptop lay closed beside her in the hidden cabin, its screen dark, but the images burned in her mind: Elias Thorne, her hybrid uncle, smiling over schematics of g******e. Project Cerberus. A virus. To wipe out purebloods. Her pureblood father, Gabriel, murdered for trying to stop him.
Every breath was a burning coal in her lungs. The initial shock had given way to a terrifying clarity. Her vengeance for Gabriel had always been a personal vendetta, a jagged shard lodged in her heart. Now, it was a righteous crusade. Elias wasn’t just a monster; he was a blight, a perversi
