A sense of relief washed over Adrian and his wolf.
Karl remained beside Stella for only a moment before something else caught his attention.
His head lifted, and his gaze immediately settled on a massive silver-furred wolf standing several feet away from Stella.
The magnificent creature had positioned herself just a few metres from Stella's unconscious body, her stance deliberate and protective.
At glance it was as though she had taken it upon herself to guard Stella from every threat on the battlefield.
Her silver fur shimmered beneath the pale moonlight, giving her an almost otherworldly and ethereal appearance.
Her presence was strangely majestic that it was difficult to believe she had simply appeared in the middle of a chaotic battle.
And yet, she was still fighting.
Every time a rogue attempted to approach Stella, the silver wolf moved with frightening speed.
