Rodyn

Angry and confused, Rodyn sat alone in the prison he knew too well.

This hurt him a lot and he wanted retribution, however small. He was an unwitting pawn on a cosmic chessboard, a piece manipulated and moved by forces beyond his control.

He got up from the stone table and paced the small room, his claws digging deeper into his palms with each step. The dragon inside him roared in anger, its flames licking at the edges of his consciousness. With a growl, he punched his fist against the wall and a spark of flame ignited briefly before sinking back into the depth of his soul. He wanted to roar, to let the fire out. But he closed his eyes and took a moment to calm himself down, pushing the dragon’s rage back into its cage.

It was time to leave Kain’s lair. If the council was going after the Kedar pack, then his pack was next. As if dealing with the gods and their agendas wasn’t enough, he had to deal with Lycans too.

They had to get out of