Lan Guan-Yin was surrounded. Giant wolves circled her like prey, yet despite being outnumbered, she never flinched, dead eyes reflecting the fire and smoke that filled the barren lands around them.
Blood and filth coloured her light blue robes, the silver snake embroidery tainted with crimson.
Lan Guan-Yin twirled the dagger in her hand, the blade glistening dangerously beneath the layer of oozing black liquid that dripped on the dirt. A wolf's carcass lay by her feet, whimpering pitifully under its breath before its chest stilled, and life bled out of its eyes.
Stupid creatures, Lan Guan-Yin rolled her shoulders, clicking her tongue with disgust. Did these mutts really think she would walk around with a pack of them without precautions? The moment Lan Guan-Yin saw that useless pup in these lands, protecting that useless child, Lan Guan-Yin knew, Su Lang would never hurt his own blood.
