War raged within.
Dags clashed with figures dressed all in black with metal masks covering their faces. Figures that haunted me like gods-damned demons.Shadow-Wolves.
Holy Four, save us.
The Wolves stole life all around me. Young. Old. Men. Women. They didn’t care. Their glittering black swords and knives carved death with every strike. And carved away my sanity with it. Leaving wounds that would never heal.
A young woman in a bloody dress tripped and fell in front of me. A Wolf noticed and swung his sword high above her head.
Rage flooded my body, and I charged forward. I shoved my sword through the Wolf’s side with every ounce of strength I possessed. His body jerked. His sunstone sword fell behind him. He collapsed over the woman, twitching on the end of my sword.
Gasping, I yanked it from his body.
The woman stared up at me with wide blue eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. Then she slid out from under the body and kept running.
My arms shook. My fingers were sticky with blood. But I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wantedrevengefor every life they dared take. I wanted them to feel some sliver of the pain they were wreaking.
More barrels exploded around the square, but I hardly noticed as another Wolf sprinted at me with a sunstone knife in each fist.
He slid to one knee and swiped at my ankle. I dodged and swung my sword at his neck. Too slow. He blocked. Sunstone sliced through steel. My sword split in half.
Hissing through my teeth, I jabbed at his chest with the broken sword. The metal fractured, vibrating my arms.
Fucking Four! Sunstone armor!
He came at me in a flurry of blows. I tossed the useless hilt and focused all my energy on evading. He cut me a few times. But I felt no pain. As I ducked, I felt the press of a familiar knife I’d forgotten at my hip.
The Wolf swung again, and I whipped out my mother’s knife, meeting his sunstone blade with mine.
He faltered for a split second. I knocked his blade aside and sank my knife into his stomach. He stumbled backward.
But then a fist crashed into my temple. I fell to the ground, close to the first Wolf. My knife flew away.
I flipped over and scuttled backward, away from a huge Wolf that stalked toward me, a sunstone-tipped spear in his hands.
Suddenly, Davka barreled into him, knocking him back a few steps.
She growled, wielding two swords. The Wolf threw his spear at her, and she twisted away with a grin. He produced a small sunstone knife and attacked.
While they fought, I scrambled for a weapon of my own. I didn’t see my knife. But there had to be another?—
A victorious cry rose. I whipped my head up to see Davka with her two swords buried in the Wolf’s stomach.
But then another Wolf snuck up from behind.
“DAVKA!” I screamed.
She turned just as the Wolf shoved his sword through her chest.
Chapter 13
Kiera
Davka gasped,her face pale.
“N-No.No!” I cried.
The Wolf kicked her body off his sword and turned to me.
