The Price Of Fate
But this, This was different.
The white wolf became a blur. It crossed the clearing in a single breath, leaping high enough that its paws clipped the winged wolf’s chest mid-flight. The winged thing shrieked, its wings jerking wildly, and the white wolf twisted in the air, twisted, like it was not bound by weight. It landed with the winged creature pinned beneath it. One brutal snap. The winged wolf’s neck broke. The white wolf didn’t even pause to savour it. It flung the corpse aside like trash and turned its head, purple eyes locking onto the next threat.