Third Person Point of View
Iris came out into the open outdoors. The smell of death reeked all around the area as the battle continued. She shifted into her feline form and started to run towards the battle that lied ahead.
Going to the clearing, many wolves; both rogue and pack-mates, littered the ground dead. Most of them were rogues, but many lives in general were taken all because of her. She looked out, trying to figure out where she could run in, when she spotted Lucius circling around an injured Max. Max’s leg was wounded but that didn’t stop him from fighting back. Iris quickly ran across the battlefield as Lucius was about to attack Max and slams her head into his side. Lucius was confused until he saw Iris growling at him.
“Well. Well. Well. Look who we have here,” Lucius said with a cocky smirk on his wolfy face.
“Iris, what are you doing here? You should be with -” Max started to say before he was cut off by Iris.
“NO! I’m not going to hide away helpless when it’s me that everyone is dying for,” she said.
Her voice wasn’t her usual soft and gentle tone. It was full of rage and confidence, much like a Luna should sound like at a time of war. If the battle wasn’t going on, Max would be smothering her with kisses and complimenting her, but later shall do. Iris glared at Lucius, showing him that she wasn’t going to submit to his large form.
“If it’s me that you want, then come get me,” she said before running off with Lucius hot on her tail.