Chapter Forty One

The once peaceful town square had transformed into a battleground.

The scenery had been turned upside down as everywhere was thrown into chaos. Fractured claw marks tore against walls, and wolves growled and lunged at each other with snarls that echoed throughout the entire town.

The True North Pack surged forward like a tide using the magic of their signature. Their fur shimmered silvery, and they had blue eyes like the depths of the ocean. When they snarled, their breath came out like a cold, suffocating mist.

They moved like waves, flowing around them effortlessly, easily reforming and going for another attack.

One of the lead warriors called forth a flash flood with his dense magic, and water exploded through the street, slashing into the Timberfangs like sharp knives and trying to cut through their defence. Another wolf lunged at the enemy, summoning a swirling mist and binding their foes while another stepped in to finish off the disoriented enemy, tearing into their throat