*Chet*

The fire rages, turning the sky into a hellish inferno. Smoke burns my throat, and searing heat licks at my fur as I weave through the battlefield. I can barely see through the chaos—wolves locked in combat, blood staining the dirt, rogues moving like shadows in the haze.

And then, through it all, I see her.

Unega.

She lies on the ground, her white fur streaked with crimson, barely moving. The rogues have surrounded her.

"No. No, no, no!" My heart pounds like war drums in my chest.

I lunge forward, tearing through the wolves in my way, my fangs finding flesh, my claws ripping through fur and muscle....