Isabella Martini - POV
It didn't take us long when I began to hear howls and men shouting in the distance. "We are close," I whispered as we ran the rest of the way toward the battlefield. My feet slowed down when I saw the scene in front of me.
It was a complete chaos down here. Wolves were fighting with the undead, and there were some of them on the ground with missing heads. "I think we are winning," Sophia said, but I wasn't focused on her. My eyes roamed around the base that was ruined right now.
Cabins were damaged, and a few of them were up in flames. "It's an actual war zone," Sophia commented when my eyes finally locked with the one person I was desperately looking for. His black fur was coated with what must be blood, and a small part of his stomach was also missing. But Arlo still projected his Alpha aura.