Battle Lines

The pack grounds were a war zone. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of battle: growls, snarls, and the brutal clash of bodies. Damian fought at the front line, his wolf form a blur of motion as he tore through the rogue wolves with relentless precision. Every movement was calculated, every strike purposeful. But despite the pack’s fierce defense, the rogues were unrelenting, and the battle raged on.

Kyla watched from the safety of the pack house, her heart pounding as she tried to keep her composure. She had promised Damian she would stay inside, but every instinct screamed at her to be out there, helping to defend her pack. She felt trapped, powerless as she watched the wolves she cared about risk their lives.

Through the window, Kyla could see Damian fighting with incredible strength and speed, his wolf form a force of nature. But even from a distance, she could sense the toll the battle was taking on him. The rogues kept coming, wave after wave, and the pack