With a heavy heart, Kieran and the others worked together to lift the Drider's unconscious body. The monster's multiple legs dragged along the ground, leaving deep furrows in the bloodstained earth as they made their way towards the heart of their territory.
"We need to put him in the dungeon and seal the door with magic," Matthew said grimly.
Alpha Ronan glanced over his shoulder at the group, his face pale but resolute. "We need reinforcements. Whatever magic he's wielding is beyond anything we've faced before. The pack's survival depends on us acting quickly."
Kieran's jaw clenched, his mind still replaying the horrors of the battle. "What if he wakes up before we're ready? He's too strong—if he breaks loose, we'll lose even more lives."
"Then we don't give him the chance," Matthew interjected, his voice hoarse but unwavering. He wiped a streak of blood from his face, his hands trembling from exhaustion. "We'll use every bit of magic we have to bind him."
