Finally… It’s Time

[THE MIDLANDS]

Nymeriah had been staring at Alanor from the moment he walked out of his room. There was something about this kid and his story about vengeance.

He was an orphan, a kid adopted and who knew not of his mother or even father. And yet even then, this kid had managed to get the trust of Ulrike, the deadliest of the hounds, and Zelina the vampire assassin and leader of the vamps.

What was even more intriguing, was that this kid had lived in Greroth, with Criselda the woman who swore to put an end to all lycans if ever they got into her lands. And yet the kid had walked into Greroth with the help of Ulrike.

The odds just didn't make any sense. 

When Nymeriah had been silent she had been thinking of a past that would forever haunt her. A decision that cost her more than three hundred years but there was one that haunted her to date. A decision she was scared of even talking about, but she had make it either way.