The air still reeked of blood and burnt ozone. The training ground was in ruins — dirt scorched black, the scent of singed fur heavy in the wind. Warriors limped around, groaning as they regained their footing. Most were still dazed, their wolves subdued.
Damien stood in the middle of it all, chest heaving, every nerve on edge. His wolf, Rhydian, paced restlessly beneath his skin, still shaken by the sudden surge that had ripped through the field minutes ago.
Marcus approached from behind, dragging a half-conscious rogue by the scruff before tossing him onto the pile with the rest. “You okay?”
“Define okay,” Damien muttered, his golden eyes still scanning the distance where Aurora had stood — trembling, wide-eyed, and glowing with that strange, wild energy.
Marcus followed his gaze, ex
