Far from the Bloodfang lands, Damien knelt in a dark cave, lit only by flickering fire.
Across from him sat Malrix, a rogue warlock and exiled member of the Order of Shadows.
> "You said you wanted her broken," Malrix purred. "I can do that. But it will cost you."
> "Name it," Damien growled.
> "A drop of your blood… and the promise of a kingdom once she falls."
Damien cut his palm and let it bleed onto the black stone.
> "She stole everything from me. Her power. My pack. My pride."
> "Then let's take it back," Malrix smiled. "With
shadow... and death."