The battlefield held its breath.
Thousands of arrows remained suspended beneath the gray morning sky, frozen as though time itself had forgotten to move. Not one shaft wavered. Not one feather drifted. They hung above the sanctuary in perfect stillness, casting long shadows over soldiers who no longer remembered how to breathe.
Nyra stood alone before the fortress walls, her hand still raised toward the heavens.
She had no idea what she had done.
Her entire body trembled as a strange warmth spread through her veins. It did not feel like ordinary magic. It felt older, deeper, as though something that had slept inside her since birth had finally opened its eyes.
Behind her, Kael stared in stunned silence.
He had witnessed powerful Alphas tear mountains apart with their wolves. He had s
