Chapter 18 - Damien's POV
The view from the command center showed exactly what we'd expected—Samuel's forces emerging from the tree line in precise formation. But what we hadn't expected was the sheer number of them. "One hundred and fifty fighters," Marcus reported grimly. "More than intelligence suggested." Through the mate bond, I felt Megan's spike of anxiety, followed immediately by her determination to see this through. The marking had changed everything between us—where before I could sense her emotions, now I could feel them as clearly as my own. She's magnificent, Dorian observed with pride. Look how she's processing the tactical situation. Indeed, Megan stood at the center of the room with her eyes closed, her new abilities fully engaged. Silver light emanated from her skin as she reached out with her
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