“Hurry, get in position. These troops take the east wing, Luca, take some warriors down to the west wing, Heron—the south wing. I will attack in the north.” Darca portioned accurately and they all nodded. The werewolf warriors were already in motion, their bodies tense, senses sharpened. Steel glinted beneath leather armor. Spears were gripped. Bows were drawn tight. Then the trees split open Dark soldiers, faceless and cloaked in shadow, poured through the mist like spilled ink.“Now!” . Darca roared, His voice echoed, and in a breath, the warriors shifted Bones cracked. Spines arched. Fangs tore through gums and fur exploded over skin. What had been a dozen men and women now stood as wolves—tall, broad, and burning with fury.They charged. Claws raked across armored flesh. Fangs found soft targets—throats, joints, tendons. One wolf tackled a dark soldier into the roots of a tree, ripping its mask away to find only smoke beneath. Arrows flew from the treeline—sharp, fast, si
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