Wolf and Blades: Moonbound Blood
N Y X A R A
The first time I died, it was under a blood moon. The sky burned red above Ashmoore, thick with smoke and fire. The ground trembled beneath my feet as wolves and rogues tore into each other across the field.
I tasted blood in the air and felt the bond burning beneath my skin—sharp, hot, and relentless, as if something inside me already knew how this would end.
Kaelor was on one knee near the broken gate. Blood ran from his shoulder, soaking into the dirt beneath him. Enemies closed in from every side, yet his eyes were fixed on me instead of the blades moving through the dark.