*Sigh* Such a large loss of life for nothing more than a fool's quest. It was quite sad, but what were they to do? They had families with mates and pups to protect, so their hands were tied. They could only fight as best they could while their most powerful set of weapons fought at the vanguard, toying with and slaughtering enemies the same way someone would crush an ant. They had cleared out nearly a quarter of the enemy and were progressing steadily, moving with determination through the enemy camp and heading directly for the leader.
Marcus had already been informed of the events that transpired before and after Aylin's kidnapping and assault. He glanced at Nox, who was fighting by his side, as his claws ripped into a wolf's belly and dragged out the organs through the gash, leaving the wolf slowly dying, in a state worse than death.
