The Attackers…
The two shadows stood watching the half blood as she slept.
How they had sneaked into Becky's room was a mystery. These people were different from the people of Atlas; they weren't even werewolves but had strong killer instincts.
Cloaked in black, faces hidden behind ash-colored masks, the warriors surveyed the girl lying unconscious on the cold floor.
Her blood called to them.
Her blood sang to them.
"Half-blood," the shorter one whispered, sword glinting with a faint blue rune. "It's true. She carries the mark."
"So he wasn't lying," the other one whispered.
"Even if he wasn't lying, these werewolves can't be trusted; he sold his own people."
"She is different from all the other Halfbloods we have been killing."
"I can't wait to climb the rank with this blood, and my sword becomes a killing machine."
They giggled as if knowing she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon because they already blew their powder as soon as they arrived.
