The battlefield was chaos.
Aria had never seen anything like it. Hundreds of wolves clashing in a valley outside River Valley territory, the sound of snarls and yelps filling the air. The metallic scent of blood was overwhelming.
She stayed in human form initially, as planned. Warrior-healers fought when needed but prioritized treating the wounded. Elena had taught her well, prepare for the worst, hope for the best.
"Aria, with me!" Lyra shouted, already engaging two rogues who'd broken through the line.
Aria shifted mid-run, her silver wolf form smaller but faster than most. She darted in, using the tactics Lyra had drilled into her. Don't engage directly, use speed and agility, go for weak points.
She caught one rogue's hind leg in her jaws, tearing muscle. He yelped and turned on h
