The river plains erupted into full-scale war as the sun climbed toward its zenith.
Alpha Magnus launched his assault with ruthless precision, committing three allied packs in a coordinated multi-pronged attack designed to split the royal forces. The main northern host slammed into the central ford under Magnus's personal banner, thousands of battle-hardened wolves howling as they charged through the blood-red water. At the same time, a strong eastern column, reinforced by opportunistic border packs that had secretly pledged to him; pushed hard against Lady Sera's flank, while a smaller but vicious western force struck Elowen's lines, aiming to create chaos and force the defenders to spread thin.
The scale was staggering. Howls rolled across the plains like thunder. The ground shook under the weight of charging wolves. Steel flashed alongside claws and fangs as both sides abandoned all restraint.
