Darius, his black wolf bloodied but unyielding, snarled as he took down another loyalist wolf. His movements were fluid and powerful, every strike delivered with the precision of a seasoned warrior. Amara felt a surge of pride as she watched him, knowing that together, they were stronger than ever.
But even as they fought, the enemy kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Amara’s muscles burned with fatigue, but she pushed through the pain, her mind focused on one thing—survival. Every time she took down an opponent, another seemed to take its place, and the exhaustion was beginning to weigh on her.
Just when it seemed as though the loyalists would never stop, a sudden and unmistakable sound pierced the air—a howl, deep and commanding, that cut through the chaos like a knife. It wa
