Ally's POV
The grand hall of the Luparian Kingdom is a tumultuous sea of snarls and snapping teeth, a cacophony of aggression swelling in the air. I can almost taste the metallic tinge of impending violence on my tongue.
"Ally," Elliot breathes beside me, his presence a grounding force amidst the pandemonium, "the new security team is in position."
His voice cuts through the chaos- sharp, clear, authoritative. I nod, feeling the shift in atmosphere as our reinforcements subtly take their positions around the room. Elliot's wolf rumbles a low growl that vibrates through the soles of my boots.
"Wait for my signal," he whispers, and there's a dangerous glint in his eyes that wasn't there before- the hunter lying in wait.
And then it happens. A snarl louder than thunder cracks through the tension. Bodies lunge, fangs bared and claws extended. The fight unfolds like a dark symphony, every strike and countermove a note played in perfect, violent harmony.