The Rejected Luna's Second Chance
someone yells.
Horns blast through the night. Warriors spill out of their tents, grabbing weapons, shifting into action, running. At the forefront, Damian's already transformed into his wolf form, his dark fur blending into the shadows.
The rogues crash into our line like a relentless wave.
Suddenly, the first injured start arriving before I’m even prepared.
A warrior stumbles into the tent, his arm missing below the elbow, blood streaming down his side, soaking the ground. I grab him, pressing my hands to the stump.
Bab Populer