I shifted mid-run, claws hitting the ground hard enough to crack the stone as I sprinted through the pack. Wolves fell into line behind me, instinct kicking in. We moved.
Ethan caught up to my right, his black fur streaked with blood, his eyes blazing gold.
“What the hell is this?” he snarled as we charged. “What is she doing?”
“Her real attack,” I growled back. “That little show at the courtyard? That was just to keep our eyes off this. That was for her to distract all of us from this. She’s trying to play a game. She is trying to make use of whatever it is that she wants to do. But now we’re going to need to stand strong.”
We hit the southern clearing just as the first line of them slammed into our guards.
The nightmare creatures didn’t fight like wolves. They didn’t fight like anything I’d ever seen. They snapped and clawed and ripped at everything, walls, trees, flesh. Some of them were so twisted you couldn’t even tell what they used to be.
And behind them, further back in the fog, I caught it, the faint, haunting echo of Tatiana’s laughter.
She wasn’t even here.
She ran away. She was hiding like the coward that she was. She was using those who were innocent for her own advantage, and to make matters worse, they did not even know that they were being used.
She was controlling them from a distance. She was pulling whatever strings that she could find to make use of this war.
Coward.
But effective.
“Lock it down!” I barked over the chaos. “No one lets them through that gate! Do you hear me? No one! She’s fighting from a distance and if we allow her to get inside from that distance then we’ve allowed her to breach. If she wants to fight, then she has to be the one to come to us, whether or not she likes it.”
The wolves around me howled in response, the line tightening, claws flashing as they dug in.
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