"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" Kira was already organizing the survivors. "WOUNDED TO THE REAR! EVERYONE ELSE ON THE LINE!"
Raziel stumbled slightly as they reached the command position. Nyx caught him.
"You need medical attention…"
"Later. First we need to survive." He looked at the approaching enemy forces, then at their own defensive line. "We can't hold this. The math doesn't work."
"Don't worry. I'm working on it." Nyx's mind was racing.
They'd lost too many warriors. Enemy forces were too strong, and too experienced. She needed something unconventional. Something Darius wouldn't expect.
Her hand unconsciously went to the hidden pocket where the forced shift vial was. It gave her 24 hours of uncontrollable feral wolf power. It was dangerous for her allies as well.
Was this necessary or was there still another option?
The enemy forces began their attack on the tertiary line. Nyx watched.
There has to be a third option. There's always a third option. Raziel taught me that.
