Chapter 134. Zephyr’s Abusive Upbringing

Eryndor’s POV

I drove my blade into Zephyr’s skull, piercing the bone and sinking into the soft tissue of his brain. The moment my sword broke through his hard cranium, he convulsed violently, as though seized by a shock of agony. Whether this reaction sprang from his unusual powers or some other unforeseen cause, I could not say. All I knew was that, as I stared into his lifeless, dilated pupils, an unexpected vision flooded my mind.

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[Zephyr’s flashback]

It all began in Gastro Village, a secluded settlement tucked between two eastern valleys. It was a warm, tranquil place where nothing remarkable ever happened, a refuge for feeble werewolves who cowered from rival packs and lived in constant fear. There, five-year-old Zephyr grew up under the harsh rule of his bitter father, Byron.

Zephyr was a slender child whose hair, streaked in white and black, testified to the blend of his parents’ bloodlines. His mother had fallen in a brutal skirmish