The Cursed Alpha
By the time they broke through the tree line, the town was burning in full.
Fire ran through the streets. People scattered in every direction mothers dragging children, men wielding broken tools as weapons. And in the chaos moved the rogues, wild and twisted wolves whose minds had long since rotted.
Alaric was off his horse before it stopped. His boots struck the ground hard. The curse in his blood stirred, coiling deep beneath his skin. His claws slid out, dark and sharp as obsidian. The air around him shifted, thickening with power.
He didn’t wait quickly He moved cutting down as many as he could quickly and swiftly.