Fenrir exploded forward. The enormous black wolf landed directly in front of the charging horde. His roar shook the battlefield. The first feral wolf barely had time to react before Fenrir ripped its throat open. A second lost its head. A third was crushed beneath his massive paws.
Blood sprayed across the earth. Diana couldn't shift. Not now. Not while carrying the twins.
Instead... She drew both blades. The silver steel flashed. One s***h. Another. Every strike was precise. Efficient. Fatal.
She moved like flowing water despite her pregnancy. Every motion protected her stomach. Every movement minimized unnecessary strain. Artemis remained inside. Guarding the pups. Healing only enough to keep Diana moving.
Whenever Diana received a cut... Golden light immediately surrounded the wound
