Now, she stood between the caravan and the horde, a lone wall of flesh and fury protecting her people, an Alpha standing like a mountain. Dozens of goblins lay lifeless around her, most slain by her claws and fangs alone.
Every inch of her body screamed in pain, yet she found herself almost laughing inside, as if patting her own shoulder for enduring this long. She didn't even know how long she'd been fighting anymore; it felt like she was running on broken strings, moving only through stubborn instinct and the need to protect.
She had even blacked out a few times, still standing, still fighting, her body moving purely on instinct, driven by her wolf's primal will to survive.
