Fenrir Greyback Novels & Stories

May tatlong sniper sa mezzanine level. At isa pang backup unit na naglabasan mula sa likod ng containers. Sa isang iglap, pinapalibutan si Gray ng halos dalawampung baril. Hinila ni Karim ang hininga nang mahaba, nakangiti. Hindi galit. Hindi rin inis. Kundi tuwang-tuwa. “Nakakabilib talaga ang isang Gray!” Tumawa siya— malutong, parang halakhak ng taong nalulunod sa sariling paranoia. “Saan ka ba napulot ng Revenant?”

The palace doors were massive, adorned with carvings of wolves and monsters, and the air was thick with the scent of iron and blood. “Ready?” Tiera asked again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Once we step inside, there’s no turning back.” Mirai and I nodded, and Tiera slowly pushed the doors open. The hinges groaned like a wounded beast, revealing a vast hall. The floor was black stone, and the walls were etched with scenes of ancient battles. At the hall’s center stood Iron Fang—a towering wolf nearly ten feet tall, his iron-like skin gleaming, his crimson eyes blazing with fury and intelligence.