Nathaniel
We were outnumbered.
The realization hit me like a blow to the chest, but there was no time to dwell on it. Andromeda’s minions had descended upon us like a storm, their forms cutting through the forest with unnatural speed and ferocity. Witches with glowing eyes and twisted faces moved among the trees, casting spells that crackled through the air. At the same time, rogue wolves, feral and ravenous, threw themselves into the fray with no regard for their own lives. The sounds of battle filled the clearing: the clash of claws against flesh, the sharp crackle of dark magic, and the guttural growls of wolves locked in mortal combat.
All around me, the warriors of our pack fought with every ounce of strength and skill they had. Shifters moved like shadows, their powerful forms a
