Miri's Pov
Uncle Corin's wolf stood tall and rigid in front of Kael's grave, his teeth bared in a white snarl. His massive frame blocked the headstone like a wall of muscle and fury. His eyes locked on the rogue wolf across from him, unblinking, molten with determination. The rogue had shaken off Corin's earlier throw, its body trembling but still defiant, and now it prowled closer, paws dragging in the dirt as if testing the distance between them.
The rogue lunged first.
The sound of snapping teeth cracked through the silence like glass shattering. Uncle Corin met it head-on, a blur of fur and fury, his body colliding with the beast midair. They tumbled into the earth, growls echoing and rolling low across the ground.
I didn't get to watch long. Because even as they tore into each other, more rogues pressed in around us.
