RED CREEK'S TERRITORY
Heather's voice rang out to call for a wizard as she had just pinned down another werewolf which aura was altered. Her opponent was thrashing furiously and the sound of his jaws snapping loudly as he tried to bite her was a threat of what would happen if she ever released the pressure she was exerting with her forearm on his neck.
Her gaze roamed around her but not a single Skinwalker was available to sever the connection between the body and the aura of the dominant she mastered. They were overwhelmed. Not a single fighter in her group had a moment to breathe just as Alana had a hard time keeping up with the demands.
