The Dark Ranger's Rescue

Two days earlier, Genn Greymane should have been celebrating his birthday. But he had personally declined it entirely: there was no celebration that day. The King locked himself in his room and refused to see anyone, including his wife and children.

Queen Mia wanted to ask him why, but Genn merely lied that he had argued with Darius Crowley, directing all suspicion toward that lord.

Everyone's attention had been diverted, yet Genn's own problem remained unsolved. He had tried every means and remedy he could think of to heal the wound caused by the Worgen attack, but every attempt had failed. His symptoms had only eased slightly, while increasingly thick fur had become clearly visible on his arm.

Genn was terrified. If the people learned that their spiritual pillar had become a monster... Greymane dared not think any further. He wanted to find a cure, and Arugal's notes and research materials were now spread across his desk. Genn knew he could not keep hiding forever. The longer this dragged on, the worse it would become. Lost and helpless—as restless as a wandering ghost—he struggled to hold on to his sanity.

"No!" Genn flung a book into the corner, then another, until books littered the floor. Covering his forehead, he lowered his head in despair. Is there really no solution?

The question haunted him until he fell asleep. In his dream, Genn vaguely saw himself racing through the woods. Flames soared into the sky behind him, while a clamor of voices shouted that they would catch him. He desperately cried for help, only to discover that his daughter and son were among those hunting him.

The King woke with a start, drenched in cold sweat, a faint numb ache prickling at his wound. It would have been fine if it had