Morwenna's POV
Blood roared in my ears long before I saw the battlefield. Smoke curled above the valley like a noose waiting to tighten. My fingers gripped the reins too tightly, skin peeling where the leather rubbed raw. The ground below pulsed with tension, with dread. Magic seeped from the soil as if the land itself had begun to rot.
Leofric rode beside me, eyes shadowed, jaw clenched. His wolf stirred just beneath the surface, wild and uncertain. Every time our eyes met, something unspoken passed between us. He was breaking. And I was the reason.
I shouldn’t have brought him. But I needed him.
Scouts reported the rogue packs had circled behind the ridge, flanking us. We were outnumbered. Again. And I didn’t care.
Because I had seen the outcome. Or one version of it.
Ever since th
