Nymera’s POV
The horn split the night again, deeper this time, shaking the ground under our feet.
The enemy wolves froze mid-snarl, ears twitching nervously.
Kaelith, still in wolf form, snarled low in his throat, his silver fur bristling.
I crouched protectively over Dain’s limp body, my own wolf instincts screaming a thousand warnings.
From the treeline ahead, shadows moved.
Fast.
Too fast to count.
Dozens of them.
The enemy wolves tensed, a low whine slipping from one of them.
Whoever was coming... terrified them.
Good.
I bared my teeth and held my ground.
The first wolf burst from the trees—a massive beast, black as midnight, with a single silver stripe down its spine.
It was unlike any wolf I'd ever seen—larger, more feral, eyes gleaming like molten steel.
Behind him, m
