The wolves didn't wait.
The moment I gave the order, they lunged.
Fast.
Faster than anything those Class B idiots had thrown at us.
But speed doesn't mean a damn thing if you're predictable.
"Garrick—front!"
Garrick stepped forward, raising his gauntlet to meet the first wolf head-on.
Clang!
Metal met fangs. The impact echoed as Garrick stood his ground, barely budging. The wolf snarled, pushing harder, but Garrick didn't give an inch.
"Push back!" I ordered.
Garrick's muscles tensed—
Boom!
The wolf was sent flying, crashing into the underbrush.
"Next one's yours, Cassandra!"
She was already moving.
Silent. Precise.
Her dagger flashed as she slipped through the shadows, closing in on the second wolf.
Slice.
A clean cut to the tendon. The wolf howled, collapsing as its leg gave out.
"Finish it!"
Cassandra didn't hesitate. Another swift slash—
Thud.
One down.
"Felix!" I barked, eyes flicking to him.
"W-What?!" He was still crouched near the crate, eyes wide.
