Stephanie’s perspective:
The warriors around Brock and I rallied, their eyes aflame with shared resolve. We were more than a pack; we were the embodiment of hope, the raw essence of our kind's undying will to persist against the darkness that sought to claim us.
"Let's show her the power of the pack!" I roared, my voice carrying power that transcended the vocal and rang through the mind link. At my side, Brock howled, a war cry that spurred our wolves forward.
Morgana, reflecting the full malice of her possessed form, launched a barrage of shadow spikes from her gesturing hands. Brock and I dodged, the spikes embedding into a tree that withered on contact.
Agatha and Linda continued their work, beads of sweat mingling with the mystical luminescence that surrounded their hands. The chai
