The night was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. The rogues poured in through the eastern border like a tide of madness, their howls splitting the air. Warriors clashed steel against claw, the ground already slick with crimson. Isla’s pulse thundered in her ears as she shifted into her wolf form, her silver fur catching the moonlight.
Kael was already in the fray, a whirlwind of fury and precision. His midnight-black wolf tore through enemies, his growls a promise of death. Maia fought alongside him, daggers flashing like streaks of lightning, moving with a grace that made her seem untouchable amid the bloodshed.
But amidst the chaos, something else stirred.
A thick, unnatural smoke curled through the battlefield, black and dense, slithering between trees and over fallen b
