“They’re here,” Logan said grimly.
The words hit like a thunderclap.
Celeste stood at the edge of Hollow Mountain’s overlook, eyes locked on the dark horizon. The treeline was moving, no, rippling, like a wave of ink bleeding toward their border. Hundreds of figures emerged from the woods, shadows draped in makeshift armor and malice. The rogue army. They didn’t bother to hide their numbers now.
Hunter stood beside her, jaw set. “Hundreds. Maybe more.”
“Any sign of Kellan?” she asked.
“Not yet. He’s hiding behind the chaos. But this is his move.”
Luna growled low in her chest. Her instincts screamed danger, but her spine straightened with purpose. Celeste turned, eyes sweeping the gathered leaders: Lisa, Logan, Liz, Troy, Kade, Althea, the Elders, and dozens of warriors holding the l
