Chapter 16 Pack Of Blades

• They moved with the lethal precision of apex predators who had never known defeat.
• Commander Thane's strike force fanned out through the swirling snow, their formation speaking of countless battles fought together. These weren't desperate rogues or glory-seeking hunters—they were the Council's elite, wolves trained from birth to be living weapons.
• Silver gleamed in the aurora light as they drew their weapons. Curved sabers blessed with moon-touched steel. War axes inscribed with ancient runes of binding. Spears tipped with crystallized wolf's bane that would poison any supernatural creature it touched.