The objects struck the wall.
Exploded.
Not with fire or force, but with magic that eats at stone like acid.
Gaps appeared in our defenses, and enemy forces poured through.
“PLUG THOSE GAPS!” Theron was already moving, rallying warriors to the breach points.
I shifted mid-stride, my damaged wolf connection screaming in protest but obeying.
The transformation hurt more than it should have, but I pushed through the pain.
No time for weakness.
An enemy wolf lunged at me through one of the gaps.
I met it head-on, all teeth and fury.
We crashed together, a tangle of claws and snapping jaws.
It was strong.
But I was desperate.
And desperation made me vicious.
I tore its throat out and moved to the next attacker.
And the next.
Around me, Black River's defenders were doing the s
