Sasha
Gunfire screams through the smoky air. Explosions shake the ground. Blood, sweat, smoke—every breath is effort, every heartbeat a hammer pounding in my chest. I skid through the mud, rifle up, squeezing the trigger.
Click. Empty. No.
I fumble for a fresh mag, fingers clumsy, catching my breath.
Out of the corner of my eye, Thale barrels into the fray in lion form, a streak of golden fury. He slams into an enemy shifter mid-charge, sending them sprawling, claws ripping deep. The air is thick with growls and roars, the snarling clash of bodies fighting for every inch of ground.
Kuma thunders past me, massive in his bear form, each strike of his claws a devastating, final thing. He tears through an enemy squad, blood flying in wild arcs. A bear shifter loyal to the NNA charges at K
