Magnus's attack was relentless.
His massive silver-streaked form bore down on Seren with the full weight of decades of dominance fights and border wars. In the narrow-wooded ravine, away from the main battlefield, there was no room for the coordinated tactics that had kept her alive earlier. No friendly lines to retreat behind. No human spearmen to form a wall. Only trees, rock, and the brutal reality of facing an alpha who had ruled the northern territories through strength and fear for longer than she had been alive.
Seren fought with everything she had.
