Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid
The sarcophagi in the middle shuddered, it’s stone lids grinding open as dust billowed into the air.
My heart lurched, something was coming, something worse than Velan.
Skeletal remains rose from the coffins, bones knitting into flesh before my eyes, the bloodstone’s light bathing them in an eerie red glow.
A woman materialized first, her ghostly form solidifying into a woman with sharp cheekbones, brown hair and eyes glinting with malice.
I froze, my breath catching.
So this was what Velan wanted, a long lost lover? Who was she? Whoever she was, she made my skin crawl.
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