The night is alive with chaos.
Kael’s wolf surges beneath his skin, muscles coiling, senses heightened. Every heartbeat drives him forward, every nerve screams urgency. The enemy fortress looms ahead—walls of black stone rising like jagged teeth against the moonlit sky.
He does not hesitate.
With a roar that echoes through the forest, Kael launches the first strike. Trees splinter beneath his charge. Wolves loyal to him emerge from the shadows, joining the assault with precision and deadly coordination.
Every arrow, every swipe of claws, every snap of teeth is calculated. The fortress’s outer defenses crumble under their relentless attack. Guards fall, patrols scatter, and the fortress shakes under the force of the onslaught.
Kael moves like a force of nature, unstoppable, relentless.
