CHAPTER 49 - Taken In

Lyra. The battle continued, with neither giving in. Blood splattered the ground around them and the baby began to cry . piercing wails that filled the air. The wolf lunged, seemingly eager to finish the battle and help her child. With a quick move, the dagger found its mark and cut a long gash across the wolf's flank. She yelped in pain but didn't back down. She lunged again, her jaws snapping shut on the figure's arm. The figure cried out, wrenching their arm free, but not before the wolf tore a chunk of flesh from their bicep. The figure staggered back, their robe stained crimson with their own blood. They looked at the wolf with a mixture of surprise and rage. The wolf snarled, her eyes blazing with defiance. But the figure was stronger, more experienced. They lunged again, their dagger finding its way between the wolf's ribs. The wolf let out a final, mournful howl before collapsing to the ground, her silver fur stained crimson with her lifeblood. The figure in red stood over