Caleb fought through the beasts. All different shapes, sizes, and species.
He recognized some of these creatures from the books he had read on the Fae. Others looked like they had been pulled from the imagination of Mary Shelley.
Most of them were straightforward to take down, but they were aggressive, brutal attackers. You could easily be surprised and injured or even killed if you didn't pay attention.
It was the Treants that were the main problem. There were too many of them. They had spread out to serve as shielding for the smaller creatures from the arrows meant to take them down at range. And the roots of the Treants kept the wolves from being able to launch a direct assault.
Caleb and four of his wolves had joined the Cold Warrior's fight in the North East Zone. There was no sign of Ashleigh yet, but he wasn’t done looking.
“We need to take down the Treants!” Caleb shouted.
