The fight in the forest turned into something everyone had not expected. The death of one of their own increased the hostility the Cursed Clan had for the Sarongunis.
King was in shock. It was the first time someone under him got killed. Through all the hunts he had been in, none had died, but only got injured in the early days when he was less experienced.
"Blood Art, Way Of The Pack - Unseen stealth."
The woman wearing a white wolf's hide cursed. She had two daggers made of beast bone that were on the side of her thighs. They were short, making it apparent that she was the assassin in her pack.
She turned invisible to the naked eye and other human senses. But, she was dealing with King who was still taking Luan's death in and by doing so, something was manifesting in him, like his curse was evolving. He kneeled down on his knees as the feeling of loss took over him, making him remember his mother's death.
Black thick smoke enveloped him.