Bloody War
259 Words
Torren shifted instantly.
Bones snapped as fur burst across his skin.
A massive iron-gray wolf replaced him.
“Enough talking,” he growled.
Lyra shifted next.
Then Darius.
Within seconds three Alphas stood ready.
Kael looked at Aria one last time.
“Stay alive.”
Then he shifted too.
His wolf form landed beside the others, golden eyes blazing under the moon.
Four Alphas on Aria’s side.
Three on Vargan’s.
But the packs behind them?
That was the real difference.
Aria’s allies had maybe a hundred wolves.
Vargan’s army looked closer to three hundred.
The tension snapped like a breaking bone.
Magnus—the massive brown Alpha—charged first.
The battlefield erupted.
Wolves collided in a violent storm of teeth and claws.
Growls, snarls, and snapping jaws filled the night as bodies slammed into each other across the ruined village.
Lyra tackled Fenrir in a blur of silver fur.
Torren smashed through three wolves at once like a living battering ram.
Darius moved like a shadow, striking fast and disappearing again.
Kael lunged straight for Vargan.
The two wolves crashed together in the middle of the battlefield.
Alpha vs Alpha.
Their snarls shook the ground.
Aria stood frozen for half a second.
Then reality hit her.
“Oh… right.”
She lifted her hand.
Silver light flickered across her chest.
The Moonborn power surged again.
But this time she didn’t panic.
She focused.
The battlefield lit up inside her mind.
Hundreds of wolves.
Every heartbeat.
Every movement.
She felt them all.
Aria took a breath.
“STOP!”
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