Battle of the Centaurs
Wrenna “There coming in fast. Get ready!” Brad commanded. Wrenna looked to her unit, giving them the silent order to follow him. He and his unit had been here before. They hadn’t. He knew what to expect. He had trained for this. Even though the Alpha wolf inside of her bristled, knowing when to take the lead and when to defer was what made one a good Alpha—or not. She took on a fighting stance next to Brad, Damian on her other side. Brad and his unit had drawn their weapons, standing at the ready as the sound of the stampede drew closer. “D-don’t let them take me!” The fae girl cried hysterically, scrambling backwards through the fallen leaves—her eyes locked on the trees. “Then get behind us!” Callie hissed through clenched teeth. Her unit didn’t have weapons. They would have to rel
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