The pack of wolves prepared itself for the hunt, beady eyes glancing across their prey. The two females stood across from them, exuding power that seemed to make the very air around them vibrate. Instead of attacking head on, they kept their paws glued to the ground, waiting for the order from their leader who stood stories above them.
The werewolf overlooked the field, eyes squinted into what seemed to be concentration. His army outnumbered the enemy before him, but that previous display of strength showed that the two of them together overpowered his wolves. Nearly half of the wolves he summoned earlier were taken out in that blast of fire, and should he make another mistake he could lose the rest. Realizing this to be the case…
