POV: Kael

“My father was a monster,” I said, my voice carrying across the wasteland despite the screaming wind, “but the thing standing in front of me now is a nightmare wearing his skin.”

Darius stood at the edge of the Dead Lands’ highest ridge, his massive silhouette cutting into the bruised sky like a wound that refused to close. The Void wrapped around him in slow, deliberate coils, seeping into his flesh, reshaping him with every breath. His body was no longer entirely wolf or ...