Nathaniel
The battlefield was a symphony of chaos. Wolves clashed tooth and claw, snarls and yelps echoing through the dense trees as the war against Andromeda’s forces raged on. Blood stained the ground, and the metallic scent of it hung heavy in the air. My wolf surged with adrenaline as I ducked, narrowly avoiding a swipe from a rogue. I countered with a sharp leap, my claws tearing through its side.
Beside me, Conor fought like a demon, his red fur barely visible in the blur of movement. Hold the line! I shouted through the pack-link, my voice reverberating through the minds of our warriors. Do not let them through!
Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolv
