Red cloaks whipped in the wind, agitated by the soldiers’ efforts to scurry over the villa walls, and drop into the courtyard below. Iselda’s warriors were calm and efficient, blocking the laborious swings of the soldier’s sword to return their attack with their lighter and more deadly claws. New members of the pack were panicking, creating a contrasting chaos as their fear caused them to huddle together, making them easier targets for the soldiers to aim their arrows at.
“Jenny, Jerrick, Otto and Holda,” Fidella called out through the link. “Go and lead the wolves and humans who can’t fight into the woods. Hide them in the trees.” She ordered, jumping into the scrimmage with Conri by her side.
The gates crashed open with a wooden ram bursting through their barrier. More soldiers clim
