Blood was shed and a price would be paid.
From enemies to allies.
From two to one.
From death to rebirth.
Pure obedience was the price for their betrayal.
As long as the wolf within reigned, their shackles prevailed, forcing them into servitude.
The full moon enslaving them until their dying breaths.
This story is very dear to my heart. I have a full-size whiteboard filled to the brim with notes and about three notebooks that are running out of blank pages.
I can only hope that you, dear readers, will love this story as much as I do.
I will post the first real chapter this upcoming saturday, and from then on, I will update every Saturday.