Kael pov

Smoke claws at my throat, every breath thick with ash. Wolves flash in and out of the haze, enemy and ally blurring together until you have to trust your instincts or die. My claws are slick, my fur heavy with sweat and blood.

I keep moving. Always moving.

My shoulder burns where a claw tore into it earlier, but I push through it. There’s no room for weakness. Not when the enemy is still pushing toward the heart of the courtyard.

I rip through the last wolf in front of me and turn, searching for the next target,when movement at the edge of the chaos catches my eye....