The Triplet Alpha's Outcast
A sudden, violent gust of wind, seemingly conjured from thin air, slammed into their ranks, a invisible force that buffeted them like leaves in a hurricane, momentarily disorienting their assault, scattering them like rag dolls in a storm.
My mates fought with a renewed ferocity, their movements imbued with a desperate strength, taking advantage of the openings I created. Caden moved like a golden blur, a whirlwind of teeth and claws, his attacks swift and lethal, each strike aimed with deadly precision. Jaxon, a shadow of pure, unadulterated rage, moved with a savage grace, his snarls echoing through the trees like the thunder of a coming storm, his dark fur stained crimson with the blood o
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