Damon’s POV
The sound of the barrier breaking was like the world itself tearing open.
Silver shards of magic scattered into the night, raining down like sparks. The protective shield that had kept the rogues safe, that had held back Moonclaw’s teeth, collapsed in a single, deafening scream of energy.
And then everything moved at once.
Maric howled, his voice raw with triumph and fury, and his wolves surged forward like a tidal wave of fur and fangs. The ground shook beneath their charge, a wall of death rushing straight for us.
“Hold the line!” I roared, my wolf bursting at the surface, claws ripping from my hands. Garrick and the rogues braced, weapons raised, a snarl ripping through the clearing as we prepared to be swallowed whole.
Not all of them came for us.
Half the Moonclaw w
