Far from the training grounds Frey and Abraham had claimed for themselves, the Shadow Sect continued to grow larger with every passing day.
Under Frey's direct orders, Maskith spread the Gift among all of its followers.
Maskith was, by all rights, a servant of the First Writer. Yet his heart belonged to her son now, leaving the old man incapable of doing anything except obeying him.
Using his mastery and profound understanding of the Law of Life and Death, the ancient elder engraved the seal upon the chests of every werewolf warrior who had been recruited into the Sect.
And all of it unfolded beneath the watchful eyes of two great warriors observing him from afar.
Alexander Rybak and Fulghor sat together silently after the earlier meeting they had shared with Frey.
Among the two, Alexander's blue eyes never left Maskith for even a moment. They looked less like eyes and more like sharpened blades digging into the old man's back.
