Kyle Verros and the Rise of the Blood Wolf

The city held its breath as the sun began to fall. Kyle Verros lived

a life of quiet shadows. An ancient mark began to wake. Buried truths were

stirring in the dark. The watcher kept his silent vigil. He was never

meant to know yet. Reality began to tear at the seams.

Something ancient had found him. The monsters were no longer hidden. A guardian rose

to meet the tide. The echo of a forgotten war. The Blood Wolf

began to howl. A name written in the stars and stone. No!

The son of war must choose. She saw the end before it began.