Chapter43: Assessing the pack's weaknesses

Just when we thought having the upper hand, a new group of rogue werewolves arrive to back up their weakened ones. Our troops are a bit destabilized by this turn of events. The fight thus rages on. Blood thundered in my ears, a relentless drumming that echoed the chaos around us. The air became thicker with the scent of fear and fury, tinged with the acrid stench of smoldering wood from the shattered remains of our once-proud defenses. My heart ached with each desperate cry from our warriors who were falling, each howl of pain that rose above the clashing of teeth and claws. "Reinforce that barricade! Now!" Jason's voice, usually so steady, cracked like a whip through the turmoil, but it carried an undertone of frustration that was impossible to miss. His commanding figure loomed against the backdrop of destruction, his silhouette marred by the orange glow of fires reflecting off his fur. "Get them back into formation!" I barked, my own disappointment searing within me as I watched our