The moment Talon reached Diana’s side, the entire rhythm of the battlefield changed.
Before, the Black Howler warriors had been surviving.
Now, they were fighting with their Alpha King beside them.
Fenrir’s black form cut through the night like a blade forged from shadow and fury. He moved with terrifying precision, not wasting a single movement, not giving the rogues a single opening. Every lunge was lethal. Every bite shattered bone. Every swipe of his claws sent bodies crashing into trees or tumbling across the blood-soaked ground.
A feral rogue launched itself toward Diana from the left.
Fenrir intercepted it before its claws even reached her, his jaws closing around its neck with a sickening crack. He threw the body aside and immediately pivoted to tear into another that had trie
