to take her with her. They were followed by several werewolves who had survived the collapse and

here grew in strange shapes and vines twisted around each other, displaying an ancient and powerful life force, as if controlled by some unseen force. The roar of t

head, a nervous whisper escaping her lips every now and then, making it impossible to examine what

Moon curse and the Kieran brand. After a few kilometers, a tidal wave of physical exhaustion washed over her, but she knew she couldn't s

ad, trying to shake Milo's face, tinged with pain and anger, out of her mind. What did it m

te, a figure with raging power and a sickeningly fishy

as K

frenzy in his red eyes had not diminished and had become even more frenzied. In his hand was a black iron whip, engraved with ancient runes, a tool used by the wolves to puni

r and disappointment, like a snarl at a disobedient pet. He ignor

her gaze intensified. She knew Kieran val

hand emitting a low hum, runes glinting with an unsettling light on the lash. 'You

done so much for him, endured the humiliation of branding, carried out countless orders against her conscience, and yet he had taken advanta

nt of roars, the iron whip in his hand carrying a cracking s

pl

y let out a wail of agony, her body arched due to the trembling, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back, the tattoo

d-hot iron and branded her back, humiliation once again coming like a

na

scream rang throu

no horror on her face, only an eerie calmness, one might even say an

drop it again. He wanted Rory to

ll again, a strong, angry roar c

to

as M

from the dust, and his body carried the marks left by the battle. He watched as Rory suffered, hi

his lair, or that he'd been entangled in a frenzied werewolf and couldn't get out. But to think he

he hadn't even realized she was feeling - a little mockery of his stupidity, a little annoyance at his presence, and more th

y uttered a sentence that even

, his eyes locking onto Milo instan

the one who c

m snarled at Kieran's command and r

emporarily blocked the wolves. But he was only one person, and the wolves were far outnumbered. Soon Milo was entangl

ly in Rory's direction before he was dragge

ck were hot and painful, but something soft inside was touched. This hunter, why...why did he risk his life to save her? Was h

tain. She let out an angry growl, no longer for the wolves, but for a more complex emotion. She lung

oar, her attack unrelenting and wit

radiating from his pupils; he hadn't expected Rory to resist

o's direction, blocking Kie

to break free of the wolves' entanglements, and he stood up with all

arm and forcefully pulled her t

fire, but she didn't resist Milo's pull and even obeyed a little heartily. As she fled, her bo

r at the moment with her heart beating out of order but brought a hint of a reassuring, unfamiliar

d... An unnamed dependence. His body stiffened slightly, then relaxed. He ti

y growls and wolves in pursuit, and Anna's

ow you the

In the thick fog, she seemed to see a glimmer of red light flickering, like the glow of

oment, Rory leaned against Milo's shoulder, the pain in her

ad, but at least for this moment, she