Sarah POV
Sarah's heart thundered in rhythm with the shaking earth as the first clash of claws and teeth rang through the air. The scent of blood, sweat, and fear soon filled her nose, mixing with the earthy smell of the forest. Her fingers trembled slightly on the bowstring, but her eyes stayed sharp, locked on the movement of the enemy wolves. Every instinct told her to keep moving, to stay ahead of the chaos.
The battle had erupted all around her. The snarls and growls of wolves echoed through the trees, mingling with the war cries of her warriors. Arrows whistled through the air, striking fur and flesh with deadly precision. Sarah exhaled, steadying her breath as she pulled back her bowstring, feeling the familiar tension in her arm.
She released an arrow just as a wolf lunged towar
