Phantom Hollow [m] You know it's not the same as it was

Hunst fought with a savagery honed by years of battle, his massive form colliding with his foes, each strike delivered with unyielding precision. His snarls cut through the chaos as he threw one wolf down, his sharp gaze tracking each movement around him. He kept one eye on Reverie, watching as she fought with surprising intensity, her desperation carrying her forward even as her strikes grew reckless.

Then, suddenly, he saw her teeth connect with the throat of the pale wolf—a clean, brutal strike. For a moment, Hunst froze, his mind reeling at the sight of Reverie’s blood-soaked muzzle. She had taken a life, her inexperience giving way to raw, instinctual power. He felt a surge of pride mixed with shock, a fierce respect for her resolve even as he noted the dazed look in her eyes, the blood dripping from a wound on her head.

But there was no time to pause. Hunst turned back to the last wolf standing, his teeth bared as he moved forward, a low growl building in his throat. He lunged, preparing to finish the fight, his powerful jaws snapping forward—