The eastern wall was drowning in rogues.
Lois fought like a demon, Rufus tearing through enemy after enemy, but for every rogue that fell, two more seemed to take its place. Dax was down, bleeding from a gash across his ribs, his brown wolf struggling to rise. Sera guarded him with bared teeth, her silver-white fur streaked with blood. Freya had taken up a fallen warrior's spear and was holding her ground near the parapet, her grey eyes wild with desperate courage.
Nyssa had appeared from nowhere, her tawny wolf cutting through the chaos with quick, precise strikes. She fought her way toward Aria, dodging blades and claws, she wanted to reach her before the rogues do.
But there were too many.
Aria pressed her back against the cold stone of the eastern wall, one hand splayed protectivel
