|Theodore|
The battlefield was a living nightmare, a hellish tableau of violence and chaos. Blood saturated the earth, thick and dark as it pooled beneath the bodies of the fallen. The acrid scent of death mingled with the metallic tang of blood in the cold night air, and the haunting cries of the wounded rose above the growls and snarls of the combatants. Overhead, the moon hung in the sky like a dispassionate spectator, its pale light illuminating the c*****e below.
The first wolf that charged at me was swift, but I was swifter. His growl was cut short as I met his attack head-on, my massive frame colliding with his and sending him tumbling into the dirt. He scrambled to rise, but I was on him before he could recover, my jaws clamping down on his shoulder. My teeth sank deep into muscl
