They dashed out of the room and onto the field together. Liam had planned that the battle would be as far from the pack’s residential area as possible.
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the battleground where the Dark Moon pack stood united against the encroaching threat. The air crackled with tension as witches and rogue werewolves surrounded them, and their malevolent presence was palpable.
Nicole’s heart pounded in her chest as the chaos unfolded. She could hear the snarls and growls of the werewolves; the chants and incantations of the witches blending into a cacophony of danger.
She had trained for this, but she could feel how their bodies tensed with anticipation as whispers of dark magic and the rustling of leaves filled the air.
The witches and rogue werewolves, united under a common malevolence, advanced with calculated steps, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glow.
As the first wave of attackers surged forward, the air filled with the clash of steel and the roar of growls. Liam, his muscles tense with anticipation, took command of his warriors, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Hold the line! Protect our pack!”
He dragged Nicole close to him and pointed to two warrior wolves that Nicole had never seen before.
“Everything in me aches to keep you under lock and key just to make sure you’re protected, but I need you here. We need you. Dark Moon needs you. These two will defend you with their lives. Nicole, stay close to me and always in sight. We’ll form a protective circle around you.”