Third Person pov :
The battlefield was drowning in blood and dark magic.
Without Aria’s glowing silver light, the heavy exhaustion of the war crashed down on the wolves. They were still fighting bravely, but their cuts were not healing anymore. Their muscles burned with pain.
In the center of the muddy field, the situation was terrifying.
Vane, the massive brown wolf, lay on the ground, bleeding thick, dark blood from the terrible cut on his chest. The dark purple fire from Malakor’s sword was slowly burning its way into his veins. Koda, stood fiercely directly over his fallen brother. Koda took two heavy hits from shadow-mutants just to keep them away from Vane. Nero, was running frantically in circles, snapping his jaws at Malakor to keep the Shadow King distracted.
Malakor swu
