THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]
They fought with a terrifying, synchronized symmetry, driven by the exact same primal instinct: Keep her alive.
"Who sent you?" Kaelor roared, pinning the last remaining assassin to the shattered altar by his throat. He pressed his claws into the man's neck, drawing dark, foul-smelling blood. "Speak, or I will feed your pack to the crows."
The assassin let out a bloody, wheezing laugh. "The anchor... must fall. The sky has turned black... the true king... will rise..."
Before Kaelor could squeeze the answers out of him, the assassin's eyes rolled back into his head, black foam bubbling from his lips.