K I A R A
A war cry broke out as thousands of wolves in different colors swarmed into the battlefield. My father’s men were caught off guard and for a moment, chaos ensued.
The allied packs had arrived. And they were not messing around.
They fought with ferocity. They were strong, skilled and organized. They quickly gained the upper hand, pushing my father's men back.
My father’s men, who had been so confident just moments before, now looked terrified. Their numbers started dropping as more wolves were torn to shreds.
I saw Damon’s wolf fighting alongside a large grey wolf. They moved in perfect sync, a deadly duo that tore through my father’s men with ease.
The tide was turning. We were winning.
But then, I saw him. My father. He had shifted into his wolf, a massive brown beast wit
