The monstrous wolf towers over the battlefield, eyes molten silver, teeth like jagged daggers. Every step it takes shakes the stone underfoot. Its growl echoes like thunder, rattling the hearts of even the bravest warriors.
Aria’s silver wolf stirs violently within her, muscles coiled, senses sharpened to a razor’s edge.
“This ends now,” she whispers, voice low but fierce.
She lunges first, claws slashing through the air with lethal precision. The beast snaps, jaws wide, teeth aiming for her throat. They collide in a violent clash—metallic silver fur against black flame-like pelt. Sparks fly, energy crackling from the force of their collision.
Kael fights at her side, cutting down Malrik’s remaining soldiers, but all his attention is drawn to the monstrous wolf. Every strike it lands s
