"Watch your right!" Draven's voice cut through the chaos.
I ducked just as a claw swiped where my neck had been seconds ago. My body moved on instinct, fueled by adrenaline and rage. I twisted around, driving my blade deep into the rogue wolf's side. It howled, writhing as I yanked the weapon free.
"Don't lose focus," Draven warned, his tone sharp. His wolf stood tall and bloodied beside me, a deadly force commanding the battlefield.
"I'm not planning on dying today," I shot back, panting.
We stood back-to-back, fending off the relentless ambush in the cave. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the scent of sweat and damp stone. Pack members fought fiercely, their growls echoing against the cavern walls.
The figure responsible for this ambush stoo
