Zain took a step forward, ready to finish the fight.
The three remaining Mistfangs growled and circled him, limping slightly but still baring their fangs.
Zain's wings flared. "Alright, your turn."
He crouched, about to charge—
Then suddenly, the mist shifted unnaturally.
A sharp breeze cut through the fog.
Zain stopped.
From the side, a strange sound echoed—like claws scraping stone, but faster.
Then a dark blur leapt overhead and landed with a deep thud between him and the Mistfangs.
The ground shook.
Zain raised his head slowly.
His eyes narrowed.
It was another wolf—but much bigger.
It stood taller than any of the others, its body covered in thicker smoke-like fur.
Its fangs were longer, sharper.
Its eyes were pale blue, glowing brighter than the rest.
Its tail didn't end in fur—it ended in a shadowy blade that pulsed.
The other Mistfangs backed away without a sound.
Zain stared.
"…That's not a Mistfang."
He took a step back, wings slowly tightening.
