Ray's POV
I knocked out two witches, their bodies crumpling to the ground as my wolf senses tingled. Ten more werewolves were approaching the area. One of them leaped behind me, his heavy footsteps crunching on the forest floor.
He patted my shoulder, his voice cheerful. "Sorry, General Ray, we're—"
Before he could finish, I spun around and kicked him hard, sending him flying into a nearby tent.
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhh!" he shouted, his voice filled with amusement as he tumbled through the air.
The rest of our troops began emerging from the trees, their silver fur glinting in the moonlight. "Don't kill them!" I shouted, my voice carrying over the chaos.
"Yes, General Ray!" they responded in unison, immediately engaging the witches in combat.
