Chapter 35 Bringing Out His Wolf

• ~IAN~
• Morning came and went like a ghost through stone. Now, night reigned, cloaking DuskHowl in its coldest breath.
• I peered through the narrow window slit, watching the moon cast its pale glow over the arena’s towering spires and bloodstained sands. The light felt ancient, untouched by time. Beneath it, the war drums boomed – steady, thunderous, like the heartbeat of death itself. My own heart thudded in rhythm, wild and breathless.