vel cirak

There had been murmurs around the city and outlier settlements outside Vel Cirak that a monster had claimed the life of a merchant on the road. Many were quick to blame a werewolf, something capable of ruining the life of a loving family, but Cleo knew there had to be more to it. Yes, the facts...

"Bastard." The growl strained in her throat as the crisp air felt like a knife at her neck, the cold seeping in from the opened window to her room. They had all arrived at the inn late last night, covered in dirt and weary from travel. They had been assigned to share rooms, and Quinnick was to...