Ethan's pov

　　The pale morning light had barely dissipated the mist hovering over the battlefield when I raised my sword, feeling the cold steel in my hands as the rising sun reflected off its blade. In front of me, the imposing figure of Rowan stood ready for combat, his armor gleaming as a challenge to the day that was beginning. The troops around me were in position, a tide of lupine warriors ready to fight to the end.

　　"Advance!" I shouted, trying to make my ...