Ethan
We were locked in a brutal, unforgiving dance of survival. The pack fought with unyielding resolve, wolves moving in unison, driving back Andromeda’s forces with newfound strength. With every rogue wolf we took down, with each spell deflected, it felt like victory was finally within our grasp. The tide had shifted. We had the advantage.
But amidst the chaos, there was a witch - a formidable presence, her aura darker and heavier than the rest, radiating a twisted strength that sent chills down my spine. I faced her alone, my senses sharp, every muscle tensed for the attack. Her eyes held a cruel intelligence, a smirk playing at her lips as she murmured spells under her breath, each word thick with venom.
I readied myself, my wolf surging forward, our instincts blending as I leaped
