Shaman Rescue
I stared in stunned disbelief as the towering, emaciated figure stepped through the door - a walking skeleton draped in tattered robes that seemed to drink in the feeble candlelight. Those obsidian pits bored into me, devoid of warmth or mercy.
It was him. The ancient shaman from the Moonvalley pack. Rah'sharan.
A cold tendril of dread wormed its way up my spine as his lightless eyes swept over Ruby's prone form. He actually came…
"You're late..." I heard myself croak out, fear and desperation stripping my voice bare.
Rah'sharan's lipless mouth parted in a nightmarish farce of a smile, yellowed fangs protruding over the withered ridges of his jaw.
"Indeed, child," that dry rasp seemed to slither from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Though I admire your fortitude in ensuring my presence was still required."
