The courtyard exploded into noise.
The second man opened his mouth wider, jaw stretching in a way no human jaw should stretch, and the psychic pulse blasted out of him like a shockwave. Warriors dropped instantly. Not one by one. Entire rows collapsed as if someone had pressed a mute button on their wolves.
Screams erupted from the edges of the courtyard. Wolves whimpered. Shifters fell to their knees, hands covering heads, claws scraping stone.
Sophie’s voice cut sharply through the chaos. “Healers. Drag the injured back. Keep them away from the pulse radius.”
Two healers sprinted forward, grabbed an unconscious warrior by the arms, and hauled him toward the steps. Others hurried behind them.
Theo shifted halfway, fur rippling over his arms, claws extending, eyes burning silver. His
