Why is every waking moment of my life filled with anger?
When Carter died, the side of Xitraq that wanted a peaceful normal life, the Xitraq that had the desire to spend the rest of life with her loved ones ended. She knew that she couldn't rest as long as that monster responsible was out there and thus, redirected the pain of loss towards her physical strength, training day and night without rest to be the strongest, fastest, most skilled warrior in Mount Diros.
She succeeded in that, most werewolves agree that she's the best fighter within the kingdom...however...
Is that really enough?
Five Red Claws followed her lead, the elite group of wolves dicing their way through hordes of vampires like nothing, acting almost like a bullet that was simply blasting through the vampire army. "Archers! Cover us!" Xitraq commands as dozens of flaming arrows shot over her head, bringing down a group of vampires in front of them.
