Chapter 35 The Blood Of The Sun_Anchor

• The crimson "Sun-Anchor" in the Shadow Father’s hand pulsed like a dying heart, and with every beat, Anna felt her life-force being dragged into the crystal.
• The white-gold energy that had once made her feel like a god was now a bruised, suffocating violet. She lay in the black sand, her fingers clawing at the grit, her vision blurring as the cold of the "Great Chill" returned to her marrow.
• "You were so proud, Anna," the Shadow Father sneered, leaning over her broken form. "You actually thought a few months of Lycan training could undo a thousand years of my planning. You are a tool, and a tool is only as good as the hand that holds the leash."