C20 The deformed attackers

The horn’s echo had barely faded when chaos erupted. Wolves scrambled, claws scraping stone, teeth bared in sharp anticipation. Thorn’s command cut through the din like a blade.

“Positions! Every gate sealed! Scouts, report!”

Kalen moved like a shadow along the walls, snapping orders to the younger wolves. His eyes, still fixed on me, flickered with suspicion—and something darker