They were under attack.
As Draven snarled, Myra watched in horror as more than twenty wolves, their eyes blazing with bloodlust and sporting the familiar mist-colored white gaze, emerged from the dark trees.
The canix behaved like a mindless hive, ignoring signs of danger or fear, driven solely by their hunger for prey, a dangerous and formidable trait.
As the hive of canix wolves launches an attack, Draven signals his six wolves, including Myra, to be ready, and they collide with him, with Myra on his back. She lets out a yelp as she rolls out of the way before Draven’s wolf slams into a tree.
“Draven!” she calls out, worried, as the wolf wrestle and tussle with the alpha’s mighty wolf. However, Draven's booming voice in her mind stopped Myra from doing something.
"Don't do anything,
