The eastern side of campus got hit first. Hard.
Shadowpeak threw everything at us right there—their strongest fighters, their best weapons. We knew they'd attack there, but nothing prepared us for how violent their opening strike was.
Through the bond, Darius and I reacted before I even consciously thought about it. His wolf senses tracked where the enemies were. My tactical brain figured out how to counter. We worked as one command center, turning chaos into something we could handle. Barely.
"Eastern line is holding!" Marcus's voice crackled through the comms, tight with stress. "Alumni and students are working together well. But Shadowpeak's hitting us hard. They're testing for weak spots."
They weren't just testing—they were trying to kill us while they figured out our weaknesses. Every attack was calculated. Every move designed to map out our defenses before they went all-in.
This was professional military stuff. Made our previous fights look like playground scuffles.
