Despite the fighting and chaos ringing from the front of the compound, the western border was eerily quiet. I led the group we crossed paths with towards the security tower, maintaining our cover. It was pitch black; the enemies had long shattered the spotlights. It was a good thing that our wolves' eyesight was adaptable to the dark.
We positioned ourselves next to the tower's base. I could barely distinguish six figures lurking above. They had not seen us yet, and I planned to keep it that way.
"They've already taken most of the outpost and the tower, Signore," the man beside me whispered.
The compound was protected by a sheer high wall surrounding our territory. A tower and an outpost were erected every few miles or so for security. Each of them was manned by a pack of wolves.
"How
