Elsa
I swiped at my attackers with everything I had, using my remaining strength to strike their heads and knock them down. It didn’t have the same devastating effect as my earlier blows, but it was enough to make them stumble, giving me just enough time to tear at their throats and bleed them out.
The battle raged on for two brutal hours. My body ached, every muscle screaming in protest, but I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going. The rogues were relentless, their numbers overwhelming. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, those that remained fled into the woods, retreating after killing one-eighth of our pack.
I stood there, panting, bloodied and battered, but still standing. Around me, the aftermath of the battle was clear—wolves injured, some dead, and a heavy silence settling o
