Riley

The cold snow was falling heavily over the pine trees as I let my wolf take over, my bones shifting quickly into my gray wolf form, and with a low growl, I lunged out from behind the thick bushes to lead our combined pack straight down the muddy ravine while Silas’s white-furred mountain warriors rushed down right beside me with their long iron spears held high, their boots kicking up wet dirt as we hit the syndicate’s flank before any of their shooters could turn the heavy launcher around.

"Watch the roof of the armored transport truck, Riley, because the secondary searchlight operator is trying to aim that bright...