The wolves exchanged a glance, their ears pinned flat against their skulls. The third member of their pack—the one who hadn't made it back—was gone. Torn apart by the very force they had underestimated.
"That wolf wasn't in the vision," the second stammered, voice thin with fear. "He was stronger than anything we anticipated. He protected the Seer."
Carlo's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched with barely restrained fury.
"So you failed," he said coldly, stepping forward. The sheer weight of his presence made them shrink lower, heads bowed in shame. "You went after a wounded Seer in her sanctuary… and still couldn't finish the job."
"She was shielded," the first whispered. "And the male—he moved like a shadow. We didn't even see him coming. He didn't fight like a wolf… he fought like something else."
Carlo's lips twitched—not a smile, but a flash of teeth. Predatory. Unforgiving.
