Brynmor's POV
"Alpha, many of our troops have already fallen. We must stop this war immediately if we don't want to die," Jazz said.
I looked at him with a sharp gaze. "Are you crazy, Jazz? If we surrender now, we will still die," I grumbled in annoyance.
"That's not what I mean, Alpha. We need to find a strategy to defeat these wolf rogues soon." Jazz took a deep breath. He spit out spittle mixed with blood. "Where did they get this much power to defeat us anyway?"
"They must have performed another ritual to deal with us, Jazz. But, we can't give up."
I transformed into a giant wolf with sharp teeth and shiny claws. My troops also transformed into wolves that were smaller than me but just as ferocious and fierce.
While my troops faced the wolf rogues, I chose to fight
