With a fierce resolve, Sophia shifted into her battle-ready wolf form. Her silver-coated fur gleamed under the morning light, reflecting the cold determination in her eyes. She rallied the remaining warriors and pack members, her commanding presence cutting through the chaos. Sophia fought with unyielding tenacity, her powerful form slicing through the ranks of Ironclad wolves. The clash was brutal and relentless, each moment a testament to her dedication and strength.
Desperation drove Sophia to attempt a mind-link with Felix, her pleas echoing through the link they once shared. "Felix, we’re under attack! We need you here now!" Her cries for help were met with disbelief and dismissal. Felix, convinced that Sophia’s distress was merely an emotional reaction to his departure, ignored her frantic calls, treating them as manipulative games.
The battle raged on, the Sherwood Pack fighting valiantly but struggling against the relentless onslaught. Amid the turmoil, an elder finally managed to contact Felix, conveying the gravity of the situation. It was only then that the Alpha’s confidence faltered. The realization of his mistake began to dawn on him, but it was already too late.