The smell of fresh wild and feral blood filled the air. The damage to the town was minimal but there were still a few lives lost, nonetheless. Warren and Crescenda had gotten separated halfway through the fight against the enemy.
Sensing the danger at a minimum, still in his wolf form, Warren howled into the air, signaling a regroup of the other packs. As he awaited their arrival, he walked along the streets of Crescent, watching for any sort of trouble; all the while, however, he could not help the thought of whether his dear Kazmiyah was safe from all of this.
“War!”
The voice that broke into his thoughts was Crescenda, her voice dual with Azura. Warren looked up and, in the distance, saw the dark reddish-gold wolf with a midnight blue mark on her chest-a birthmark of
