The river plains had become a slaughterhouse.
Blood soaked the earth until the grass turned to mud. Howls of rage and pain rolled across the battlefield like thunder, punctuated by the clash of steel and the wet tearing of claws through flesh. The central ford was a churning nightmare of bodies; Kael's massive black wolf at its heart, locked in brutal single combat with Alpha Magnus. The two alphas tore at each other with centuries of hatred and ambition, their personal guards fighting in a frenzy around them to keep the duel from being interrupted.
Seren fought nearby, her smaller dark wolf form, fighting gracefully amid the chaos. She had grown sharper with every passing hour. Her shifts were smoother, her strikes more precise. She darted between larger combatants, hamstringing enemies before retreating to safety, her golden-flecked eyes scanning for openings. The bond pulsed steadily between her and the triplets.
