The night air was thick and filled with tension. The battlefield was reduced to shattered stone and burnt ground, with cries from wounded pack members and people trying to motivate each other to continue and not be intimidated by the Cassian war machine. The clash of claws against steel, the howl of wolves engaged in deadly combat, the blooded eyes of wounded wolves, and the shattered wolves by the Cassian machine, this was the war they had fought so desperately to prevent, and now, they were drowning in it. The war of wars
Gabriel's breath came in rough gasps with mouth wide open as he and Aveline faced Cassian. The power coming out from him was very scary, the dark energy circulating around him in tendrils of shadow. He no longer looked like a wolf but something far worse, something twisted and wrong, shaped by dark magic and ambition.
