They hit us like a avalanche.

No warning horn. No challenge. Just hundreds of wolves crashing into our western defenses with coordinated brutality. The wall shuddered under the impact, stone cracking where claws found purchase.

"Archers!" Darius roared. "Suppress their advance!"

Arrows flew. Some found targets. Most hit armor or were dodged by wolves moving with professional efficiency. These weren't students or academy guards. These were warriors who'd trained for exactly this kind of ...