Blade’s POV
I sat on the mountain top, the wind whispering through the tall pines and the sun casting its golden rays upon my weathered face.
The memories of my long and storied career as an assassin flooded my mind, each one a story to the skills and cunning that had kept me alive for over so many years.
I had been a werewolf with trained skills, and time had not laid a finger upon me since that fateful night when the moon's light transformed me into something more.
I closed my eyes and let the memories wash over me, like a torrential river flowing through the depths of my mind. I remembered the countless fights, the battles that had shaped me into the formidable assassin I had become.
From the shadows, I struck fear into the hearts of my enemies, leaving behind a trail of blood a
