The facility's alarms shrieked louder, their pitch climbing to a mind-splitting crescendo that reverberated through the smoke-filled corridors.
Ginsei's serpentine senses picked up movement in the surrounding corridors—heavy footsteps, claws scraping against metal, and the unmistakable musk of enhanced wolf spirits converging on their position.
"More wolves coming," he hissed, ice crystals forming around his fingertips. "At least a dozen. Maybe more."
Mochi's usual manic grin had vanished entirely.
Both his tails puffed out to twice their normal size, black and white fur standing on end as primal fear overtook his chaotic bravado.
"We can't fight another wave of those things, not with Scaley Daddy like this."
Cyrus writhed on the laboratory floor, crimson energy crackling unpredictably around his convulsing form.
Every breath came out as a pained growl, his connection to Kane flooding him with waves of agony that made his dragon instincts scream for vengeance.
