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.
Shen’s lips curled into something that was not quite a smile. “That men can be unmade. But a wolf pack? It only grows stronger when you cut it.” shen's wolf army
The wolf said nothing. It didn’t have to. The pack already knew. And somewhere in the dark, General Shen walked
General Shen stood atop the ridge, his single eye gleaming like a chip of black glass. Below, the imperial city of Jinsha glowed like a lantern in the winter dark—unaware, complacent, soft. He raised one hand, and the army behind him stilled instantly. Five thousand men. Five thousand wolves. No one spoke. No one howled. The wolves, massive northern greys with eyes the color of old silver, sat motionless among the soldiers, their hackles raised not in aggression, but in anticipation. They had been raised together, man and beast, since pup and recruit. They shared wounds, meals, and the same cold hatred for the empire that had exiled them. Shen’s lips curled into something that was not