The creature roars as my wolf slams into it.
The sound rips through the clearing, a violent clash of shadow and silver light. My wolf hits the creature with full force, her claws sinking into the slick, unnatural mass of its torso. Silver sparks erupt from her paws, scorching its shadowy skin. The scent of burnt darkness fills the air, bitter and heavy, making it harder to breathe.
The creature stumbles back, shrieking. Its voice echoes like broken metal scraping against stone. My wolf lunges again, relentless. Her movements are faster than thought, faster than instinct, driven by a rage that is not only mine. Something ancient pulses through her. Through me. A fury that belongs to a line older than the packs, older than the forests, older than the moon itself.
Adam sprints after us, hi
