As Lucian’s and Theo’s wolves charged across the battlefield like twin storms of vengeance, Lila’s eyes narrowed. Her lips curled into a wicked grin, and her voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
“Attack!”
With a guttural war cry, her first vanguard—comprising the strongest of her corrupted warriors—lunged forward. Their movements were unnaturally fast, feral, their bodies fueled by the tainted strength of dark magic. Their howls pierced the air as they met Lucian and Theo’s divisions in a violent, bone-shattering clash.
The impact was thunderous.
Wolves collided mid-air. Teeth sank into fur. Blood splattered across the ground. Screams and growls echoed like drums of war. For a moment, the battlefield became a writhing storm of claws, teeth, and magic.
Lila stood tall, laughing cruell
