Skylar

I steady myself, planting my paws firmly against the trembling ground. I refuse to show weakness—not here, not now. Mercy may think he has bested me, but I am the Golden Wolf of prophecy, born of blood and bound by destiny. I will rise again, for them, for all of us. With each beat of my heart, I vow it: I will not back down.

I shake off the pain, my golden fur matted with dirt and blood. My ears twitch, tuning in to the cacophony of battle cries and clashing forces that ...