The night was alive with the sounds of battle - vicious snarls, bones crunching, agonized howls piercing the air. Diane threw herself into the fray, her powerful wolfen form fueled by unbridled rage. All around her, members of her pack were locked in brutal combat with Cassandra's traitorous forces and the malicious rogues who had infiltrated their ranks.

A familiar scent, laced with malice and deceit, caught Diane's attention. She whipped her head around to find the traitorous rogue alpha sneering at her, his own bestial features twisted in an arrogant sneer. With a feral growl, she launched herself at him, fangs bared and claws extended.

The two beasts collided...