Prologue
The sky had given up. Unable to continue to fight the growing storm. Rain poured down from angry clouds. The kind that kept thunder rolling and lightening striking. The winds whipped furiously. Slapping me in the face with thick, and wet strands of hair. I stand still. Not giving into the shiver and teeth chattering the cold brings. Nor do I give into the pain racing up my right arm. It just might be dislocated. I will have to check once I am done with Hisa. She is in lycan form snarling at me. Titling my head to the side I regard her carefully. Power surges in me. Flowing through my blood stream. I feel my bones break then reseal together as fur breaks out among my skin. I revel in my lycan form. She is a blood thirsty monster that knows no bounds. I howl as a warning. Giving Hisa a chance to run away. Many have already decided upon that course. Others still stay and fight. I would admire their tenacity but it is pointless. I want these lands and I mean to have them. The body count is nearing fifty wolves but these stubborn twenty or so refuse to admit defeat. No matter. They will just be slaughtered. I look to my left to see a flash of brown pass me by. The white on the tip of the tail tells me that's Rokuro. He's massive and deadly. I see him jump on the back of another wolf. Claws deep into their shoulders and biting into their neck. The painful howls egging me on.
Swiftly I charge Hisa. She wasn't prepared since I was still looking away when I first began to charge. She regains herself but it's too late. I crash into her and swipe with my left paw. Managing to scrape my claws along her face. Not deep enough to kill but enough to scar. Dammit! That one attack showed me how weak my right arm is as I stumbled on it. I roll with the motion and face her. She is charging me now which is good. The greater the pleasure will be when I take her life. We clash a second time. Her front left paw digs into my wounded shoulder. My eyes widen. The pain near breaking point. I feel tears collect into my eyes. Angry pours into every cell in my body. How dare she almost make me cry? Righteous angry renews my strength and I latch more securely onto her throat and jerk my head away. The sound of flesh ripping and the feel of blood on my face soothes my beast. I look down at that bloody mess that is pouring forth from the gaping hole in Hisa's neck. Rokuro comes over to me. I let go of Hisa's neck. Barking at him I nod my head to the left. I want him and the others to finish everyone off. I don't plan to be out here all night, even if most of the night has passed. I trotted to the front of the palace. Shifting into my human form I close my eyes as I stand at the base of the marble stairs. The fighting has died down as have the thunder but the rain is still constant. I smell blood in the air. It's a pungent smell. Rokuro is standing behind me to my left. I hear my pack howling in victory and running through the mud. I allow them this small freedom. Rokuro, I could just kiss. He says all the right words exactly when I need to hear them. "Welcome home Lady Rin of the Western Lands." A smile breaks forth on my lips. I open my eyes and begin to strut up the stairs. After all these are now my lands and this is now my home.