Shen's - Wolf Army ~upd~

He dropped his hand.

The first wave did not charge. They flowed—silent, low to the ground, a tide of grey fur and black iron. The wolves led, noses to the wind, sensing fear before the sentries even knew they were afraid. By the time the first guard saw the eyes glowing at the edge of the torchlight, a wolf was already at his throat. And behind that wolf, a soldier with Shen’s brand on his arm—a crescent fang—was already stepping over the body, moving to the next gate. shen's wolf army

And somewhere in the dark, General Shen walked beside his silver alpha, not as a master, but as a brother. The wolf leaned into his leg. Shen smiled, his teeth very white in the moonlight. He dropped his hand

The wolf said nothing. It didn’t have to. The pack already knew. The wolves led, noses to the wind, sensing

“Tonight,” Shen whispered, his voice carrying no further than his lieutenants, “we do not conquer. We remind.”