Sebastian
The red moon loomed high in the sky, casting its crimson glow over the land as I left Castleburg behind. Overcome with rage and fear, I had shifted to Fenrir as we departed to Yormsborg, taking Sigurd with me while the rest of the Járnhandr wolves guarded the city.
We ran through the woods, eager to get to our mate before something terrible happened to her. Each pace brought a new feeling—rage. The Red moon had heightened our senses. Our teeth felt sharper and stronger, our claws became more deadly. I could hear the winds shift with the slightest sounds, as I smelled death distance away from me.
But as we surged forward, something within me twisted and wrenched, my chest tightening as a sharp pain shot through my bones, tearing up the flesh on it as well. Fenrir whined and gr
