Alaric

The rhythm of battle thrums in my veins, a pulsating beat that drives every calculated move. I step back, breath heaving, eyes scanning the chaotic fray before me. The wolves snarl and snap, a disordered maelstrom of fur and fangs, but within their ferocity lies opportunity—their formation is loose, ragged edges where coordination fails.

"Time to turn this," I mutter under my breath.

I dive into the melee, exploiting a gap as two wolves collide with misplaced ...