Captain Marcus Drago's towering form loomed over the battlefield, his dark clothing billowing as if it absorbed the chaos around him. Amelia squared her shoulders, feeling the weight of her crew's eyes upon her. Gabriel stood at her side, his muscles tensed, ready to pounce.
"End this, Amelia," Drago sneered, his scarred face a map of malice. "Or watch them fall."
"Your threats are as empty as your heart, Drago!" Amelia retorted, her voice cutting through the din. Her werewolf agility surged within her, lending strength to her limbs. She exchanged a glance with Gabriel—a silent pact made in that fleeting moment.
"Amelia! On your left!" Lucas's warning pierced the air just as an enemy lunged toward her. Without hesitation, she spun, claws extended, and dispatched the assailant with a swi
