CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE – THE TRUTH OF THE SANCTUS

"The Order of the Sanctus has existed since the Middle Ages, committed to exterminating all of unholy werewolf bloodline," Nancy began, her dull voice intensifying with suppressed bitterness. "They believe your kind are satanic abominations that must be scourged from the Earth at any cost." John growled deep in his throat, fangs beginning to emerge as his anger simmered. Karina touched his arm in silent warning, making him rein in his barely-restrained hostility for the moment. She sensed this explanation was merely the prelude. Nancy swallowed, continuing in a steadier tone. "The Order operates in secret, spanning the globe, bound by their ruthless tenets and radical dogma. Aristocrats, prelates, politicians - they have infiltrated every level of human society to root out and destroy any wolfbloods they encounter. Nancy's haunted gaze turned inward as she began revealing her dark past. "I know so much about the Sanctus because of my foolish entanglement with the Silver Fang years a