#Chapter 252: An Unlikely Warrior

Ava I crouched low in the underbrush, my heart pounding as I watched the battle unfold. The clash of metal against metal rang out across the field, mingling with the snarls and howls of wolves locked in combat. Some warriors fought in their human forms, wielding spears and swords with deadly precision, while others had shifted into their wolf forms, teeth and claws flashing in the sunlight. My eyes scanned the chaotic scene, desperately searching for Chris. The smell of blood and sweat hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to pick out individual scents. Finally, I spotted him—a magnificent white wolf, flanked by his warriors, sprinting through the fray. Leonard was at his side, his gray fur already streaked with dirt and blood. I watched as they wove through the battle, clearly headed for a specific destination. Winston, I realized. They must be trying to reach him. But as quickly as I had found them, they disappeared into the chaos once more, swallowed up