The first strike rang like thunder across the valley.
The western flank hit our campus perimeter with coordinated precision that spoke of careful planning and patience. This wasn't a probing attack. This was a full assault—sixty wolves minimum, moving in formations designed to overwhelm our defensive positions through sheer momentum.
Through our bond, I felt Darius's instant tactical assessment even while he was still engaged with Gideon's infiltrators at the southern border. Our synchronization allowed simultaneous awareness of both battlefields. His wolf senses were feeding combat intelligence directly into my strategic planning.
"Strike Team Epsilon, redeploy to the western perimeter," I commanded, keeping my voice controlled despite the adrenaline flooding my system. "Campus defense is priority. Forget the southern extraction."
"But Delta's still pinned!" the team leader protested.
"Darius has the southern situation. The western breach threatens everyone. Move now!"
