KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The path to Scarlett was a hell of delays and uncertainties, but now I’m here.
Her scent is faint, mingled with the stench of blood and ashes in the air, but unmistakable.
She’s close, and every second I’ve spent hunting down these vermin so far was to ensure I reached her.
Hatred boils in me like never before, and, even though we have a rule to never kill other Lycans, these are different.
They are enemies, traitors, and I won’t hesitate to eliminate them if it means having Scarlett back.
They have something that belongs to me.
We advance with determination through the abandoned city, almost a ghost town.
It’s a place where life was expelled a long time ago.
Ruins rot around us, shattered windows and fallen structures casting menacing shadows in the dim dawn ligh
