POV: Araya
The fight is brutal and immediate. Serenya's wolf, Isolde, lunges with teeth bared and claws extended.
Araya's wolf, Nyra, meets her head-on. The two wolves collide in a tangle of fur and fury.
Serenya is fast. Her sleek gray wolf darts and strikes with practiced precision. She's been trained as Luna, taught to fight with elegance and efficiency.
But Araya is stronger.
Nyra's massive silver-white form dwarfs Isolde. Every blow Araya lands sends Serenya flying backward. Every bite draws blood.
The pack members scatter, giving the fighting wolves space. Some watch in horror. Others with grim satisfaction.
Their Luna attacked them. Betrayed them. They have no loyalty left to give her.
Serenya fights with desperation. She knows she's outmatched, but rage drives her forward.
