Damon’s POV
The barrier screamed again.
Silver fissures spiderwebbed across its surface, flashing like lightning in the night before fading. Each c***k made my wolf bristle, made the rogues behind me snarl and shift, the tension a living thing coiling through the clearing.
Maric’s wolves slammed against it in waves, claws striking, fangs gnashing, their howls like thunder against glass. The barrier shook, strained, but it held - for now.
Rayna stood beside me, her silver eyes locked on Maric’s, her presence wrapping the battlefield in fire and steel. She didn’t waver, not even as dozens of his wolves bent low under her dominance, bowing to her instead of him. But her fire burned so bright it scared me, because I knew the cost. She was still raw, still bleeding inside from Aiden’s death
