The Turning Point
Draven’s voice rang out, commanding and unrelenting. “Now!” he roared, leaping from the ridge and shifting mid-air into his wolf form. His black fur rippled with power as he charged, a storm of fury and strength descending upon Tobias’s fractured forces.
Isla followed close behind, her white wolf form a radiant beacon amidst the carnage. Her howl rang out, a sound of defiance and hope that rallied Crimson Fang’s warriors. The younger wolves surged forward, their spirits ignited by her presence.
The battlefield descended into chaos as Tobias’s army splintered. Some warriors fought for Tobias, their loyalty unwavering despite his rage. Others, fearful of Seraphine’s growing influence, hesitated, unsure where their allegiance lay. The shadow wolves, unstable and unpredictable, turned on one another, snapping and snarling in confusion.
Alaric cut through the fray, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield until they locked onto Isla. He sprinted toward her, his voice urgent. “Isla! Their bond is breaking!” he shouted, his words barely audible over the cacophony. “This is the moment we’ve been waiting for!”
Isla’s silver eyes gleamed as she turned to Draven, who was already tearing through Tobias’s defenses. His claws raked through rogue wolves as he carved a path toward the enemy Alpha. “Draven, it’s working!” Isla called, her voice ringing with hope.
Draven didn’t respond, his focus singular as he closed in on Tobias. His wolf form moved with brutal efficiency, his teeth snapping and claws slashing with a precision that left a trail of fallen enemies in his wake. Blood stained his fur, but he pressed forward, his growls like thunder.
Tobias, locked in combat with Seraphine, sensed Draven’s approach. He shoved Seraphine away with a blast of dark energy, his black eyes narrowing as he turned to face his opponent.
“Finally,” Tobias snarled, his dark aura crackling as he squared off against Draven.
Draven bared his teeth, his voice a growl that rumbled through the battlefield. “You’ve run out of shadows to hide behind, Tobias.”
The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the two alphas squared off, their clash of wills a storm waiting to explode.
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