POV: Dante
The forest blurred around me, the chaos of battle unfolding like a storm I couldn’t escape. Shadows darted between the trees, the snarls and howls of combat crashing against my ears. My lungs burned with every breath, and my muscles screamed in protest, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. If the southern flank fell, Silas’s wolves would tear through the camp like wildfire, and everything we had fought for would be lost.
“Merris, fall back and regroup with Toren!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the cacophony.
Merris’s head snapped toward me, her eyes wide but focused. Blood and dirt streaked her face, but she nodded, her movements quick and deliberate as she disappeared into the trees. Around me, the younger wolves fought with desperation etched into every strike, their c
