Wings in the Storm

Among all the Howler outposts under attack, there was one holding out better than the rest, a modest little coffee shop tucked away on a street corner. It wasn’t because of luck or location. It was because the Altered stationed there were working together. Not just fighting side by side, but in perfect sync.

Trained for group combat, they were blending their unique skills with precision, coordinated counters, layered formations. Defensive Altered held the front lines, ranged fighters picked off enemies from behind, while close-combat experts tore through any werewolf that got too close. Others, with more peculiar abilities, made it downright impossible for the werewolves to fight properly.

One Altered, for example, fired out streams of green goo that latched onto the werewolves’ hands. The moment it attached, their deadly claws were rendered useless, replaced with floppy, soft pads. They couldn’t slash. They couldn’t even grip.