Despite the chaos, neither Skywolf nor Elder Earthwolf lost their composure.
And astonishingly, neither did their people.
There was no panic—only movement.
The Wolfteeth Tribe had faced such assaults before.
Warriors and civilians alike knew exactly what to do.
Dozens of warriors armed with long blades carved from beast bone rushed forward to meet the charging monsters head-on, while the rest of the tribe began retreating in disciplined order toward the mountains behind the village.
“Kill!”
With that single command, the night erupted into a storm of blood and dust.
Warriors clashed with beasts the size of houses—creatures whose thunderous roars shook the very ground beneath their feet.
Even so, the warriors of the Wolfteeth showed no fear.
Their battle cries split the night, wild
