The battle rages, a blur of fur and fangs. My muscles burn as I rip into cold, lifeless flesh again and again. Blood sprays hot against my face, but I do not stop. I cannot stop.
"Fight on, my son!" Mom's voice rings out above the chaos, "Do not give up."
Her eyes blaze, glowing with ethereal light. She raises her arms, calling forth her ancient Seraphina magic. The air crackles with energy as she begins to chant in the old tongue, low and rhythmic. I feel the power building, raising the fur on the back of my neck. Her words bring me strength. One by one, my wolves straighten their backs as the power of healing flows through them.
With a final shout, she releases the spell. Blinding luminescence erupts from her fingertips, cascading over the horde of vampires. They shriek and convulse
