Nathaniel
The battlefield was a storm of chaos and blood, a symphony of growls, snarls, and the deafening clash of claws against flesh. I darted between trees, my wolf at full power, his senses heightened as the pack clashed with Andromeda’s forces. Rogues and minions poured in from every direction, their eyes glowing with unnatural malice.
A rogue lunged at me from the side, its jaws snapping inches from my hip. I twisted mid-leap, my claws raking across its side. It howled in pain, but I didn’t stop to savor the hit. Another was already closing in, a blur of teeth and fury. I met it head-on, slamming my shoulder into its chest and sending it sprawling into the underbrush.
Fall back! I linked to a group of young warriors struggling to hold their line. Let the senior wolves take the bru
