Ronan
The Northern Ridge is complete chaos now.
Snarls split the air. Claws tear into the earth. The scent of blood is thick, metallic, and rising. My wolves are holding the line, but barely. Midnight Valley came prepared—more bodies, more teeth, more desperation.
I told her to stay close, but it was nearly impossible once the fighting broke out. I can feel her somewhere behind me, even though I can't see her right now. The bond is pulsing, and that means that she is breathing. It's the only thing that keeps Aric sane for the moment.
I push forward, cutting through the fray with precision. My power amplifies everything—speed, strength, instinct. The warriors around me move like extensions of my will. Every one of my wolves nearby is fighting with renewed strength. Their claws s***h t
