The Banished Mate: Awakening The Silver Wolf
Elderly women fell to their knees, whispering praises to the Moon Goddess.
But the warriors remained poised, alert—until finally, a massive black stallion appeared behind them, and on it rode Damian.
Blood still crusted the edges of his armor. His face was unreadable, eyes like stone, but his head held high—his aura calm, controlled, and terrifying in its power. Behind his horse, Lila’s broken body dragged like a ragdoll in the dirt, her limbs twisted unnaturally, her hair matted with blood and soil.
The crowd went silent again at the sight.