The massive stone fortress was completely under siege. Thousands of shifting, ethereal shadow-hounds swarmed the courtyard, slamming relentlessly against a shimmering, massive dome of silver frost. Elara’s residual magic was the absolute only thing keeping the pack house from being entirely swallowed. But the silver shield was violently cracking, and standing just beyond the tree line, directing the shadowy horde, were three towering, faceless Weavers cloaked in absolute darkness.
Kael didn't hit the brakes. He slammed his heavy boot down on the accelerator, pushing the massive engine to its absolute breaking point.
"Brace yourselves!" Kael roared.
The armored SUV tore across the open field like a massive, unstoppable battering ram. It slammed directly into the outer wave of the shadowy
