Novel & Cerita Runningwind Warriors

I said, and they all cheered loudly. Thirteen of us against a lot of them, and yet, the odds aren't against us. The moment the words left my lips, the air became filled with growls and the sound of shifting bones. The enemy wolves wasted no time coming at us, as their eyes burned with the desire to kill. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. We are Windwalkers! I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders as I took my stance. My pack moved like a well-oiled machine, spreading out as the enemy charged.

“We honor them by living.” The warriors lifted their heads, eyes meeting hers, strength flickering in their tired faces. “For Shadowstorm,” Luca said quietly. “For Shadowstorm,” the pack echoed, the words carrying warmth and promise. Later, the warriors moved to repair barricades, to clean the compound, to rebuild. Raven and Ragnar walked the borders, the quiet crunch of snow beneath their boots grounding them in the dawn. They paused near the ridge where the wind swept over the snow, the view of the forest wide, endless, the world stretching before them.