The rain kept pouring down on the warriors outside, and the grass beneath them was so saturated that when you stepped on the grass a pool of water mixed with blood came up. The air was packed with the smell of blood, wet fur, and the sounds of weapons clashing, screams, and howls filled the air.Omar's clothes were soaked, just like everyone else's, and he wiped his face with his hand, but no sooner than he had done that, his face was drenched again. He swung his sword to the right, cutting a rogue wolf down that jumped him. He stood over him, watching him die, and glared at his blackened claws, ready to poison anyone unlucky enough to be cut by them.
A lot of his people had already been poisoned with wolf-killer today, and although the witches had set up camp in the forest and were healin
