ALPHA MARKUS'POV

The earth trembled beneath my paws, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that raged around us. The air was thick with the scent of blood and brimstone, choking my nostrils as I surged forward, leading my pack into the heart of the skirmish. Metal clashed against claw, the haunting cries of the wounded melding with the snarls of combatants locked in a deadly dance.

We were outnumbered but undeterred, our determination unyielding as stone. Each member of the allied forces ...