Chaos turned to clarity in a heartbeat of instinct.

Mordain's fifty wolves changed everything.

"They're regrouping," Caleb reported from his window position. "Ashwood's pulling back to consolidate with Bloodmoon. They weren't expecting reinforcements."

"How long until they coordinate a joint assault?" I asked.

"Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty if we're lucky."

I looked at our combined forces. Sixty-five exhausted Academy fighters plus fifty of Mordain's fresh wolves. Against two armies ...