The wind roared in my ears as I raced to the pack town. My senses heightened; I could hear the clamour of battle echoing through the trees, the scent of smoke and blood growing stronger with every powerful stride of my wolf form. As I reached the outskirts of town, the chaos unfolded before my eyes. Wolves clashed with an array of figures shrouded in dark, swirling magic.
Growls and cries pierced the air, and I quickly scanned the scene. My pack was outnumbered, but they fought valiantly. Magic-users conjured dark tendrils that lashed out at my guards while wolves from Marcus’s faction lunged, snapping and tearing.
In the midst of this turmoil, a commanding figure stood firm, issuing orders with a calm authority. It was him—Marcus. Anger flared in my chest at the sight of him. Our last e
