KENDRICK POV
The battlefield reeked of blood, fur, and burnt ozone.
Wolves kept coming, and I was running out of patience. Every time I snapped one’s neck or gutted another through the ribs, two more exploded from the treeline like cursed spores—multiplying with a kind of magic I hadn’t sensed in all my life.
It wasn’t natural.
Wasn’t even dark magic.
It was wrong—like the laws of balance themselves had been shredded and rewritten in the blood of innocents.
And every second we spent here—fighting foot soldiers and cursed Wolves—we lost ground in the only thing that actually mattered:
Finding Kat. Finding Kings.
My heart hammered—not from the fight, not from fear.
But from fury. Cold. Focused. Precise.
I wanted to find Jonas.
I wanted to rip the lies from his throat and see what
