Kiera's P.O.V.
The battlefield was chaos.
All around me, the clash of steel and the guttural growls of wolves filled the night. The scent of blood—thick and metallic—hung heavy in the air, mingling with the charred, unnatural stench of the harbingers. They came in waves, relentless, shadows twisting and reforming as our warriors tore through them.
And yet, at the very center of it all, Caelum giggled in my arms.
Completely unfazed.
His little hands curled into my cloak, his bright eyes wide with wonder as if this were nothing more than a game. A coo left his lips, sweet and innocent, so at odds with the nightmare unfolding around us.
Lilith stood beside me, her hands pulsing with power, poised to rip open a portal at a moment’s notice. On my other side, Raven shifted her stance, her
