KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I'm in the forest, the cold air of the early morning surrounding me, when I sense something is wrong.
The wind shifts, carrying a scent I don't recognize at first, but it triggers all my instincts.
It's Victor and his pack.
I barely have time to process what this means before the first of them emerges from the darkness.
He's in his lupine form, massive and feral, and he doesn't hesitate before charging.
My body reacts before I even think, my muscles tensing, and in an instant, I shift too, feeling the familiar surge of power overtaking me.
The attack is swift and relentless.
Victor and his pack aren't here to talk or negotiate.
They came for blood, and I'm the main target.
They've always blamed me for every loss they suffered and every missed opportunity.
Victor
