Nora stood behind a fallen column, her face pale with concentration as she maintained the magic strengthening their bodies.
A thin cut marred her cheek, but she hardly seemed to notice it, her eyes following the remaining wolves as another spell spread from her outstretched hand.
The nearest beast faltered mid-stride.
Yaana seized the opening, hooking her scythe behind its foreleg and dragging it off balance.
It struck the concrete heavily, and she stepped around its thrashing body before driving the point of her weapon down through its throat.
Gruesome blood poured out of the creature's wound, splashing onto the cold stone floor.
Her injured arm shook when she pulled the blade free, but she gritted her teeth and turned toward the next threat.
Elion saw the others drawing closer together through the smoke.
The smaller wolves were dangerous enough, especially since there were so many, but the leader was the reason they couldn't hold their position.
