In all her years as the Luna of Winter, even as a nomad, Corrine had never seen anything like the fallen.
These monsters moved with speed, intelligence, and ferocity.
When the group had emerged from the trees, she knew they were different. But it wasn’t until they worked together and killed two of her Valkyrie that she understood how different.
She ordered her remaining forces to stay together, to work as pairs to fight off the new threat. It was a sound strategy but one the fallen had prepared for.
As the Valkyrie split into pairs and engaged their targets, the particular fallen who seemed to lead the rest lifted its head and gave a loud howl. Within moments, a wave of feral wolves poured from the trees, running past the already distracted Valkyrie and heading straight for the gates of the Safe Zone.
Corrine’s eyes widened, and she turned to go after them. The fallen took advantage of her concern, swiping at her back with enormous claws.