The forest, once a sanctuary for the pack, had turned into a hellscape of c*****e. Flames licked the edges of the battlefield, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. Wolves in their true forms clashed with human soldiers, their savage roars mixing with the screams of the dying. Silver bombs exploded, sending deadly shards through the air, each blast taking its toll on the pack.
Not far from them, Ragnar, the alpha, fought with the strongest human soldiers, his powerful blows sending enemies flying. Yet even his strength was not enough to turn the tide of battle. The humans had come prepared, their weapons and tactics far surpassing anything the pack had faced before. Ragnar could see his pack’s numbers dwindling, the realization dawning that they were losing this
