Chapter 822: The Ritual Begins
As the wolf moved through the forest, Virelops tried to attack her. Their small white bodies lunged from beneath the snow, their red eyes gleaming as their sharp teeth snapped toward her legs. But they never reached her. Arrows came from the trees.
One Virelop dropped.
Then another.
A Skylur suddenly burst through the branches, its massive body charging directly toward the wolf. But warriors attacked it immediately.
The wolf never slowed.
The archers in the trees were relentless. Even through the blizzard, their aim remained true, protecting every wounded warrior being carried away from the battlefield.
And she wasn't alone.
Other wolves moved through the forest around her, each carrying an injured pack member on their backs.
Some warriors were bleeding heavily. Others were unconscious. A few were barely hanging on. But they kept moving.
