The Last Of The Ironfang

Just outside the castle walls stood a vast, seemingly endless garden. It wasn’t unusual, most castles throughout the country had grand courts filled with hedges, blooming plants, and twisting paths. The castle in Ruin City was no different.

But if one ventured further beyond the walls, they’d come across something else, ruins. Crumbling stone, broken pillars, and the remnants of ancient walls littered the landscape. Deep underground, sealed-off entrances led to areas long declared off-limits to the public, even during the city’s peak when it relied heavily on tourism.

Today, however, that forgotten place was beginning to stir again.

A quiet but significant meeting was underway, led by Galark. Several large crates sat stacked around him, being carefully unloaded by members of the pack. Scattered across the area, more than a hundred werewolves stood in small groups, murmuring among themselves.