"Sixty!" Thomas's voice carried across the battlefield. "Fifty-nine! Fifty-eight!"

"We need a plan," Caleb said. He'd joined us on the wall, armed and ready. "Something that doesn't end with us all dead."

"Working on it." I watched the allied forces. They were positioned too perfectly. Too professionally. This wasn't a hastily assembled army. This had been planned for months. "Darius, can you sense anything off about their formation?"

Through the bond, his wolf pressed forward. Enhanced ...