Sebastian
Castleburg steamed with heat of blood and death when they found Magnus. His body was found, crumpled near the tower, where the ground had been torn by claws and scorched with fire. The snow had turned to somewhat of dark-red, crusted black with dried blood and Ash.
Magnus had fought fiercely, they could tell. Dead wolves all surrounded him. He had slew everyone that challenged him, his silver sword drenching in blood, marking another war between both kinds. But even a vampire king could not escape the wrath of two united packs.
I slowly approached him, shifting back into my human form. The other warriors stood behind me, giving space as I approached. Sigurd moved beside me but did nothing.
Magnus was barely alive. His chest had been torn open, exposing the wreckage of his r
