Chapter 194: Reckoning

Zendedari stepped out into the cool night, the wind sweeping through his long hair and tugging at his clothing. The moon bathed the forest in a pale glow, and in the distance, a lone wolf howled—a mournful, eerie sound that resonated deep within him. The wolf's cry spoke of loneliness, a search for connection, a reflection of the predator's existence, isolated and misunderstood. Zendedari lifted his head, his own soft croon blending with the wolf’s distant call, a brief acknowledgment of their shared solitude. But something disturbed the peace. A subtle rustling in the underbrush caught his attention, pulling him back to the immediate danger. His senses sharpened, and his body dropped into a defensive crouch, instinctively preparing for the impending confrontation. Randolf emerged from the shadows, his presence dark and menacing. His body was smeared with blood, his eyes glowed with a red, feral intensity, and his fangs gleamed in the moonlight. His skin, tight and translucent over h