Third Person's POV
Lance darted back into the fray like a silver-gray lightning bolt, his cedar pheromones sweeping the area with an icy aura.
He knew that rescuing one person at the cost of several would make the mission a failure.
When he reached Caldwell, his hands already partially shifted, his wolf claws gleaming against the alloy blade.
His sideways s***h, charged with werewolf-like explosive force, pushed the surrounding wolves back.
The clang of armor echoed as several knelt under the Alpha's aura.
Klein was battling the enemy fiercely. His pheromones intertwined with Lance's pine scent, creating an almost unstoppable duo.
Though Victor had taken many top warriors, over ten strong werewolves remained.
Seeing the rescue complete, Klein knew there was no need to stay. His wol
