Amelia nodded wearily.
The battle at the western ridge was relentless. Dimitri’s warriors held their formation, each move calculated as the rogues surged toward them with feral aggression.
Screams of combat echoed through the forest, tension palpable enough to weigh upon the shoulders of every wolf.
Yet amidst the chaos, one presence was constant:
Dimitri.
"Hold the line!" Dimitri yelled above the din of clashing claws and snarling.
It would seem his presence alone strengthened the resolve of the warriors, though the rogues fought even harder against their defenses.
Amelia stuck close to his side, her scarlet wolf instincts high-strung and alert to the battlefield.
She was fighting with precision, tugging down rogue after rogue, though her gaze flicked every now and then to Di
