Seventy-seven:
Crimson Ashland
There were bodies everywhere. The High Priestess was dead, the coven, and the wolves…. the wolves were either dead or scattered. Death, smoke, and embers filled the halls of Castle Lupine. Bile rose in my throat as I tried not to think of the acrid smell of burnt flesh filling the halls. I covered my mouth. “This is hell,” I said, “this is…how could this much destruction happen?”
“He’s a God,” said Reina, “you didn’t see him. He could summon fire, and he flew into the rage. He’s intent on not having anyone around that was more powerful than him. That includes werewolves, witches, or anything…. he wants to destroy everyone and everything that could get in the way.”
“He’s a monster,” said Overseer Sorina.
“We’re all monsters,” I
