ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA
They moved like phantoms, slipping between the cracks of reality itself, vanishing into the darkness that welcomed them like old friends.
The hunt had begun.
Dorian remained by my side as the last of the creatures disappeared. The cavern was silent now, save for the lingering hum of dark energy that vibrated through the walls.
“Where do we strike first?” he asked, his voice thoughtful.
“We start small,” I replied. “A message.”
Dorian smirked. “A massacre, you mean.”
I met his gaze. “Exactly.”
The werewolves had grown complacent under Luca’s rule. They believed their power made them untouchable, that their pack bonds and physical strength were enough to protect them.
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