Prologue

Blood from both sides spilled everywhere, in some cases pooling around still-warm bodies.

Naqiba dodged another bloody paw, only to be pulled to the ground by a wolf lying beneath her. She had the advantage; the wolf was already injured. With the snap of a neck, the wolf’s eyes glazed over, and he was out of sight, trampled by the mass of bodies. She moved on to the next fighter.

A shapeless presence drifted to her side, almost invisible in the sea of bodies.

‘The first one comes.’