The Tales of Blood and Wrath

"I still feel the blood on me," I whispered. "It's rarer if I don't feel it, no matter how many times I scrub myself raw."

"It's no different than what flows through your veins, Tria. You need to embrace it."

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Barely a year has passed since Tria came face-to-face with giants, and the memory has all but left her in pieces. Now her goal is to simply get passed the memories, but that was easier said than done when the King of Gallin promised to be in contact and she hasn't so much as heard a peep from him.

Until she did.

What should have been a simple night out with old friends turned into a messy bloodbath, and now Tria has to figure out a way to keep the people lurking in the shadows from focusing on Hadi, her closest friend/mother figure.

Haunted by vicious dreams at night and plagued by memories during the day, Tria has to wonder what will kill her first: the hopelessness wreaking havoc inside her mind or the monsters of legend suddenly come to life.