Lyra
Kaelen, Soren, and Vaelin threw themselves at the Obsidian Pack guards in a blur of fur and fangs. They moved with sharp precision, dropping guard after guard, but their real focus stayed on me. The three of them worked like a single unit, each watching the others’ backs as they fought their way toward their injured mate.
Kaelen took down two guards with one powerful swipe of his paw, then spun to face the lead guard who was still threatening me. Soren battled three more, his teeth bared in a deep snarl, before leaping sideways to stop another guard sneaking up behind Vaelin. Vaelin was unstoppable himself, his strong jaws clamping down on the throat of any guard who got too close to me.
Even though they were outnumbered, they fought with such raw fury that the Obsidian guards star
