Cassian changed the fight without warning. One moment they were trading ground across the clearing through brute force and stubbornness, and the next Shezayah realized she was being guided. Not pushed. Not chased. Guided. Every attack suddenly carried a purpose beyond landing a hit. Every angle cut off another route. Every charge forced her toward a specific section of the clearing. It was subtle enough that most wolves probably missed it entirely, but Shezayah felt it happening one step at a time as Cassian steadily pushed her away from the center and toward the uneven tree line. The Alpha wasn't trying to overpower her anymore. He was trying to control the battlefield itself. Thick roots pushed through the dirt near the edge of the clearing, twisting across the ground like natural traps,
