WREN'S POV
The valley felt suffocating, its eerie silence shattered by the snarls of rogues emerging from the shadows. My heart pounded as Hunter and I stood back-to-back, the pendant clutched tightly against my chest. I could feel Lyra’s strength coursing through me, but even she sounded strained in my mind.
“We can’t hold them off forever,” she warned.
Hunter growled low, his voice edged with Fenris’s power. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his claws glinting under the moonlight.
The rogues charged, their numbers overwhelming. Each attack was more calculated, their movements unnervingly synchronized. Gertrude had been meticulous in her plans.
I lunged at one rogue, Lyra guiding my every move, but fatigue was setting in. My limbs ached, my breaths came in ragged gasps, and for the firs
