The rogues came at us like shadows made flesh, snarls ripping through the clearing. Darius moved with the deadly grace of a storm unleashed, his blade flashing in arcs that caught moonlight before sinking into fur and flesh. But there were too many. Their hunger was wild, reckless, driven by something darker than survival.
I barely had time to think. My wolf surged forward, her power clawing through me, demanding release. Heat flared in my palms, crackling up my arms like fire. When the first rogue lunged for my throat, instinct—not training—took over.
Light burst from my hands, striking the wolf midair. It yelped, twisting violently before collapsing to the ground, smoke rising from its fur.
The pack of them faltered, growls weaving into uneasy whines. They weren’t prepared for this. N
