The other man...The unfortunate man without paying attention was leaving the room with his men after reaching goals without looking at his dying daughter. It was unbelievable. It took a few moments for her to make up her mind.
She ran to Kassuim, holding the knife that previously separated the umbilical cord between mother and son. She couldn't believe what she was doing.
-Come on, wake up. You're not going to die like that, you unfortunate. You are a goddamn wolf. Wolves have healing skills. It can heal. Try to heal yourself. Your child needs you. You need to buy time until Richard arrives.
Mayra had the impression that it was shaking a lifeless body. She was very cold. There was an enormous amount of blood. Determined, she gripped the knife tightly, sliding the blade around her wrist.
-Wake up. Try to react. Blood. You can heal if you drink.
The gypsy screamed desperately. It was too late. A spell... She needed a spell to save the sorceress who walked among the wolves...
The girl did not react. In distress, she brought her cut wrist to her red, cracked lips, leaving the blood running through her half-open mouth.
-You're going to tell Richard that I'm sorry, do you hear? - she was crying herself. - Come on, you damn wolf. You need to drain my veins. Human blood, Cassie. It will provide enough strength for you to heal. Drink it.
Mayra was sure it was too late.
It had taken too long to decide to correct an endless list of errors.
It was not possible to live and face Richard Morgan knowing that she was responsible for the death of his only son. A child he had never even seen.
It's all your fault.
-KASSUIM! Cassie!!!
A muffled cry escaped the gypsy as she leaned on the bed next to the half-dead woman. Still, the smile lit up her face.
Sharp fangs penetrated her skin, deepening in her flesh. She leaned heavily against a table that served as a makeshift bed.
Her last thought was for the pack leader.
That he could forgive her. Closing her eyes, she felt herself falling to the floor. Even so, she still heard the furious growl followed by an agonized howl that ran through the deadly silence of that deserted tower.
The huge wolf growled and then its thunderous howl rippled through the cold walls.
It was a female and it wasn't just any female. She was an alpha female. Her fangs flashed fury in the dark of the night as her paws gained freedom.
She hunted. And she wasn't determined to wait for the pack to find their enemy.
From far away the shrill cry of a newborn cut through the momentary silence of the night and the biting wind.
The animal lifted its ears, sniffing.
"The ancient writings were lost, but the ancient prophecy spoke: "the birth of a child with a teardrop of surrender".
Someone with enough power to bring life back to those who died cursed.
The sorceress walks among wolves.
The harvest needs tribute.
Innocent blood must be spilt.
The baby would have a mark, blessing or curse, born when a black moon ascends to the heavens ... "
I can offer what you most want. A life with those you love. Don't ask for anything that big. Or difficult.
Behold the sands of time, past and future..."