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    Covenant of the Ashen Wolf Vol. 1: The Ashen Wolf, #1
    Covenant of the Ashen Wolf Vol. 1: The Ashen Wolf, #1
    Covenant of the Ashen Wolf Vol. 1: The Ashen Wolf, #1
    Ebook87 pages1 hourThe Ashen Wolf

    Covenant of the Ashen Wolf Vol. 1: The Ashen Wolf, #1

    By P. A. Pena

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    Embark on an epic quest beyond imagination. A mystical wonderland teeming with perilous creatures, arcane anomalies, and souls tainted by degeneracy awaits those daring enough to seek the ultimate prize. For those who find the Heart of Mithrandir shall find what their heart truly desires...or at least that's how the legend goes.

    Driven by a longing to reunite with the only father she has ever known, Ksara Sepheron travels the outer realm in search of fearless bandits crazy enough to join her cause. When her journey takes a turn for the worse, she finds herself caught amidst a family's desperate struggle to pry themselves free from a fiery tyrant. Enter Gerrin Ruu—a man with a deep hatred for bandits condemned to a hellish life to protect what little family he has left.

    Can Ksara and Gerrin find common ground and survive the tyranny of the Flame Bandits?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherP. A. Pena
    Release dateJan 5, 2024
    ISBN9798224311064
    Covenant of the Ashen Wolf Vol. 1: The Ashen Wolf, #1
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      Covenant of the Ashen Wolf Vol. 1 - P. A. Pena

      Chapter 1

      A WOLF FREED (KSARA POV)

      The young girl’s breath was heavy, and her lungs begged her to rest, if only for a few seconds. She couldn’t. To do so would ensure a fate worse than death. Despite the fire burning in her legs and the aching of her bare feet as they slapped against the pavement, Ksara abided by two words echoing in her mind: keep moving.

      Pedestrians filled the streets, each of them carrying on with their day. In a way, this worked in Ksara’s favor. It would be harder to spot her among the crowds with more people around. But this also meant anyone who Ksara couldn’t easily maneuver around quickly became acquainted with the sidewalk. She could hear the people around her talking, but the incessant beating of her heart drowned out their words. It was a stark contrast, her and the townsfolk. The monotony of their daily lives droned on as Ksara desperately clung to her first taste of freedom in five years.

      Tattered rags hung off her body, barely held together by an equally frayed rope and exposing various parts of her sandy brown skin to the spring air. Despite this, Ksara was burning up as if she were in winter furs. Twenty minutes of nonstop running was beginning to take its toll. The back of her skull pulsed with a dull ache, and she felt lightheaded. Looking ahead, she spotted a dumpster in the alley across the street. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest at any moment, but the guards surely weren’t that far behind. She shook her head and rounded the corner, knocking over another pedestrian. Ksara ignored the woman’s cries and pressed onward. Soon she’d be at the town port and that much closer to securing her freedom.

      Ksara stepped into the street. A horn blared, followed by the screech of rubber struggling to grip the asphalt. She turned her head to find a vehicle speeding toward her. In her haste to escape her pursuers, she hadn’t noticed the oncoming traffic. The vehicle was small and compact, but it was still several times larger than she. Ksara had no time to move out of the way. She could do nothing but cringe, braced for the incoming impact.

      As the vehicle struck her, jagged blue lines glowed upon her skin. The car wrapped around her body with a metallic crunch, as if it had hit a steel beam rather than a scrawny ten-year-old girl. Smoke billowed from under the folded hood, and glass scattered in the street. Ksara looked around. The car was totaled and the driver out cold. Or perhaps he was dead.

      A crowd of people began forming around her.

      Somebody call the Saviors! a man shouted as he tried to pull the driver’s door open to no avail.

      Ksara’s eyes widened. If the Saviors found her, it would all be over. They’d turn her in for sure, and she wouldn’t be able to keep the promise she had made to Serril.

      You little rat! another man said, approaching Ksara, contempt burning in his eyes. Ksara winced as he took hold of her curly licorice-colored hair. Look at all the damage you’ve caused!

      Don’t let her go! a third man shouted.

      Ksara’s heart skipped a beat. She turned around as best she could. There they were, covered in armored plating and equipped with automatic rifles. The guards from the mine had caught up to her. In a matter of moments, they’d capture her. After the stunt she had pulled, she’d surely never see the light of day again. They’d keep her locked away, forcing her to mine gemstones for the rest of her life.

      No! Ksara shouted. She concentrated all her effort into her arm. Her body began to glow with jagged red lines, and she pushed the man holding her.

      The man flew back as if he had been blown away by a hurricane and collided with a shop window. Ksara took off once more, heading toward the town’s port. If she could just make it there, she could stow away on a departing ship. She could hide among the cargo until she was far enough away from town. It was a slim chance, sure, but it was the only chance at freedom she had. She ducked into an alley and then into another. Even so, the guards were hot on her tail. She slipped into another alley only to come face to face with a chain-link fence about ten feet high.

      You have nowhere left to run, one of the guards shouted.

      Ksara kept moving. She focused her energy, this time directing it into on her legs. Again, her body glowed with red lines and she leaped. Her foot hit the top of the fence, causing her to tumble over to the other side. She grunted, sucking in a breath as her face scraped against the ground. Wiping the blood from her cheek, she looked back. The guards split up, half of them running towards the fence and the others leaving the alley to head her off. Ksara pulled herself up and exited the alley. She gazed upon her destination just a few blocks away, a smile stretched across her face

      The massive port was filled to the brim with people. Merchants’ stands built from wood and cloth stood spaced about every ten feet or so. Many of them sold treasures from distant lands, but the food stands caught Ksara’s attention the most. Their captivating smells drew her in like a moth to a flame. But of course, they would. It had been years since she had eaten anything beyond stale porridge and water. Ksara moved closer to a stand wafting the scent of honey, chiles, and garlic into the air. She pushed her way through the crowd of people until she was front and center. Her eyes widened at the sight of a woman tossing chicken breast in a bright orange sauce with a wooden spoon in a massive metal pan. Ksara licked her lips. Her stomach growled, and her mouth watered like a broken faucet.

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