And just when we thought we’d seen the full wave—they poured out from the forest like black water spilling from a cracked dam.
“Darius,” I said, but I didn’t need to.
He was already stepping forward.
I didn’t shift into Luna. Not this time. I didn’t need to.
I gave Nora control.
It was like flipping a switch. Cold fire slid through my blood as I fell back and Nora rose, eyes glowing silver, claws already forming.
She didn’t hesitate.
Darius stayed in human form too—barefoot, bare-chested, blood-thirsty.
We moved as one, tearing through the first wave of rogues like they were paper.
Claws slashed. Bones cracked. Screams filled the air. I lost count of how many I dropped, how many I shredded, how many Nora flung through trees like they weighed nothing.
Nora was brutal and fast, but
