Chaos erupted before we could even react.
The thirty fighters didn't give me time to plan. To strategize. To coordinate through bond with Darius watching helplessly from command.
They attacked. Simultaneously. Professional coordination. No warning. No posturing. Just violence.
I moved on instinct. Wolf-enhanced reflexes barely fast enough. Deflecting strike aimed at throat. Countering attack from blind side. Using bond amplification to supplement speed against overwhelming numbers.
Through the bond, Darius's rage exploded. His mate under attack. Surrounded. Outnumbered. Every protective instinct demanding immediate action.
I'm coming, he sent. Hold on. Just hold on.
The elevated position that had been tactical advantage became death trap. No retreat. No cover. Just exposed hilltop with thirty professional fighters executing coordinated assault.
