*****
The northern wall of the academy shook with violence. The clash of steel against steel, the guttural growls of Lycans in their true form, and the dying screams of crimson hunt soldiers echoed into the night. The fight had dragged on long enough that the ground itself was drenched in blood, slick beneath boots and claws alike.
At first, it seemed victory was within reach. The crimson hunt soldiers had been thinning, their disciplined lines breaking under the ruthless ferocity of the Queen, Astrid, Magnus and their people. But then, the reinforcements came. A fresh wave of crimson hunt soldiers poured in from the shadows of the academy interior, their red lined armor glinting as they charged with renewed vigor.
