[ACROD]
"So, we are turning into a Lycan colony?" one of the warriors asked as Farah, Anhora, and Sofia made their way into the palace.
It was as if everything that they had heard and learned over the years had come to explode in their faces, and they didn't even have the slightest of choices on what was good or bad for them.
Maybe it was the kind of hell that would forever torment them, but would it ever come to matter when the lines were eventually drawn?
The trio of the Afshin quad looked exhausted, like they had just come from training, which was expected, given that it was what they had been assigned for.
They were meant to train and be ready every single day for when the eldest Merdel twin needed them. Hell, they were here as warriors, and they didn't care what anyone had to say, but that did seem to matter to the wolves of Acrod.
And quietly as the whispers spread of what they had come for, the murmurs grew a tide of their own.
