Braxton.
"I propose we pursue them into the camp. What say you Austin?"
His agreement is immediate, his eyes burning with an unnerving intensity.
"Then let's go."
We reach the edge of the clearing, the firelight painting grotesque shadows on the tents.
I crouch low, my breath puffing white in the cool night air. I give a low, guttural rumble, the signal to attack. The world explodes.
I launch myself forward, a snarling fury propelled by instinct. The air rips past my ears as I cover the distance to the nearest tent in a heartbeat. Canvas tears like paper beneath my claws, and I'm inside, fangs bared, eyes fixed on the startled face of the unsuspecting rogues. One screams, a high-pitched, pathetic sound. I have no mercy.
The chaos swirls around me, a maelstrom of snarling teeth and
