The Covenant strikes at dawn.
They do not come in shadows this time.
They come in force.
The eastern border explodes in fire and void as the first wave slams into Blood Moon territory. Wards shatter in blinding succession. The forest screams as trees implode into shadow glass and living flame collides with black annihilation.
This is no test.
This is an invasion.
The alarm howls across the land in a violent chorus that snaps every wolf awake in the territory.
Zane is already moving.
So am I.
“No,” he growls instantly when he sees me reach for my cloak. “You stay in the tower.”
“I am your Queen,” I snap back, Flame curling at my wrists. “And they are already inside the wards.”
“They are inside for you,” he roars. “You do not step onto the field—”
The first impact hits the outer
