Game of Alpha; Battle for Vengeance
The wizard handed him a black cloak and a forged sigil of the Bloodthorn Clan.
“You leave at first light,” he said. “And remember, until the time is right, you are not James. You are Garrick.”
James nodded, the weight of destiny settling on his shoulders. He wrapped the cloak around him, stepped into the fading night, and vanished into the forest, toward Bloodthorn, and vengeance.
In the early hours of the morning he had arrived in Bloodthorn
James stood at the outskirts of the Bloodthorn stronghold, the early morning sun casting a warm yet deceptive light across the brutal land. His cloak shifted slightly in the wind, his eyes sharp beneath the hood. From his position, he spotted a commotio
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