Seven.

But then, Lycan appeared, his fur covered in blood. He was bigger and stronger than any wolf Ulva had ever seen. He charged towards them, his teeth bared, and Ulva knew that this was it. This was the moment they had been waiting for.

Ulva rallied the slaves, and together, they charged toward Lycan. They attacked him from all sides, their weapons striking his body. Lycan roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

Ulva could see that they were hurting him, but it wasn't enough. Lycan was still too strong, still too powerful. They needed something else, something more.

And then Ulva remembered the legend she had heard as a child, the legend of the silver arrow. The arrow that could kill any creature, no matter how powerful.

Ulva yelled out to the rebels, trying to get their attention. "The silver arrow!" she shouted. "We need the silver arrow!"

The rebels heard her, and one of them yelled back. "It's in the forest, near the river!"

Ulva knew what she had to do. She signaled to the slaves, tellin