Freya's POV
There was anarchy on the battlefield. As the Snow Moon pack and the ancient pack collided, the air was filled with growls, snarls, and the collision of claws and teeth. The enigmatic leader of the group stood towering in the distance, observing the slaughter with icy disinterest. I felt shivers just being around him.
"Remain nearby! I yelled, trying to get my voice heard above the din. "Keep each other safe!"
At my side, Finnick emerged, his face covered in blood, some of it not his own. He looked over the battlefield and remarked, "They're stronger than we expected." "What is the strategy?"
I called forth my might and answered, "We fight." I felt a burst of uncontrolled, wild energy that threatened to explode. I tried to control it by clenching my fists.
The enemy wolves moved precisely, and their attacks were brutal and well-thought-out. They were not just any pack, but rather skilled and lethal fighters.
