Nathaniel
The battlefield was chaos - howls of wolves clashing with guttural snarls from Andromeda’s forces, the scent of blood heavy in the air. The enemy came in waves, a tide of rogues and corrupted wolves hell-bent on tearing us apart. The pack fought as one, our wolves surging forward with ferocity and precision.
I was in the thick of it, my gray wolf streaking through the melee. My claws tore through flesh, my jaws snapping down on the neck of an enemy wolf before tossing its limp form aside. There was no time for hesitation. The battlefield demanded every ounce of focus, every fragment of strength.
My wolf roared within me, his instincts sharp and primal. Protect the pack. Protect everyone.
I darted past Conor, his russet fur matted with blood, but his movements sharp and contro
