The moment Bree hit the battlefield, everything changed.
Where her paws struck, the earth glowed.
Where she breathed, the air shimmered.
Where she roared, the enemy recoiled.
She was not a wolf.
She was a celestial force wearing fur.
Light poured from her pelt in radiant waves, silvery-blue and alive with divine pulse. Every stride shook the ground. Every breath hummed with the Moon Goddess’s power. Bree tore into the front lines with unstoppable momentum.
A corrupted werebear, twelve feet tall and twice as wide, swung at her with a roar that rattled bones. She caught its massive wrist in her jaws and ripped the limb clean from its body.
The beast collapsed, howling.
Three vampires lunged in unison, fangs bared, eyes glowing red with void corruption. Bree spun, her luminous tail s
