Rowan's P.O.V.
The battlefield fell silent. For a split second, it felt like the entire world paused. The only sound was Caelum’s cry—a small, gentle wail that pierced through the air, sharp and filled with a raw, primal force. It wasn’t loud, but it vibrated down to the deepest parts of me. My bones felt the reverberation. The air itself seemed to c***k, the magic in that cry sweeping over everything.
And just like that, it was over.
The rogues—every one of them—stopped. Mid-growl, mid-battle, they froze. The feral energy they’d carried into the fight seemed to drain from them in an instant. The pack, even our strongest warriors, stood motionless. Not a single one moved, as if we were all spellbound by the power emanating from the baby.
The silence stretched, broken only by the sounds
