Lorcan
It was easy to forget just how dire and soul-destroying the situation of this realm was from behind the iron walls of the Heroux pack. But the moment we stepped through the black, iron gates and into the land of The Cursed, it was as if all the life was sucked from your soul. Only darkness and death awaited you. Every one of your senses drowned in it. The sun was masked by thunderous clouds causing the desolate, unloved lands to be cast in shadows. The damp air was hostile and suffocating. The eerie silence was a reminder of all that had been lost. Where life once was, there was now only devastation.
We moved in wolf form at a steady pace, packed tightly together with Typhon and Kafele’s wolf, Zion, leading the army. Not a single wolf made a noise from behind us. Only the sound o
