The cacophony of battle raged through the primordial forest as Elara and her allies clashed with the savage Fangblood pack. Lunar energies crackled from her fingertips, lancing out in searing beams to cull the tide of twisted beasts surging towards them.

Nearby, Damien tore through the onslaught like a force of nature unleashed, his iron-furred bulk shrugging off blows that would have felled lesser lycanthropes. Jaws powerful enough to shatter granite clamped down on limbs and throats, sending ribbons of viscera spraying through the air.

Yet for every Fangblood they cut down, three more seemed to take its place, slinking forth from the shadowed bracken like apparitions given flesh and...