This story is about an animal spiritualist getting bitten by a beastly werewolf. The setting is modern day and it's written in first person using a journal format.
I turned to see the face, but it was too dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I felt hot breath on me, and then the size of something large having to stoop low enough for me to see the inhuman red eyes that peered down. Revealing him to me for what he was, and making sure I realized it.
My obsession was there before me, in the . . . flesh . . . or fur . . . or whatever. My sanity did a backwards flip.
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A crusade against an ancient evil.
A brotherhood bound by oath.
A victory that will cost everything.
This chivalric epic, lost for centuries, now in the refurbished language of Malory. A crew of disenfranch
After finding a map on a grueling hunt, Vanx and his new companions decide to travel deep into the Bitterpeaks, where a fabled hoar witch's crystal palace supposedly sits hidden in a valley called Saint Elm's Deep.
