Wheel of Ruin
Rhainda watched the line falter, the familiar dread of her own failing strength a cold grip around her heart. The memory of the blind scholar, the weight of the sealed case, the faces of those who had died defending it — they spurred a silent howl in her blood, a distant echo of the pack's synchronized intent. This time, she would not be too feeble.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.