The Black Wolf
Screams pierced the silence, agonized, endless wails of pain that didn’t seem werewolf.
Grotesque creatures moved through the haze, towering demons with distorted faces and rotting skin, draped in tattered black garments that flapped like funeral banners. Their eyes glowed red with hunger.
Panic coiled in my chest. “Where… where am I?” I choked out, my voice trembling.
“You’re in the demon’s realm,” came Zevarion’s voice, soft but steady through the mindlink.
“Zev?” I turned, searching wildly for him. “Are you here?”
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