The Werewolf's Bride
Elara and Kael met them head-on.
She fought like a storm, claws ripping through armor and fur, fangs sinking into throats, every movement fueled by the fierce, maternal need to protect what was hers. Kael was there beside her, a midnight wolf tearing through enemies with brutal grace, always positioning himself to shield her wounded shoulder.
But the Eclipse numbers were overwhelming.
Betas fell, screaming, dragged down under waves of white-furred bodies.
Elara took a silver blade to the thigh, staggered, and kept fighting.