The attack came at dawn.
Sasha woke to screaming.
She was out of bed before she was fully conscious, her wolf surging, her magic blazing. The main hall was chaos—hybrids running, shouting, grabbing weapons. Through the windows, she saw figures moving in the tree line. Dozens of them. Armed.
Devereaux.
"Get everyone to the basement!" Maya was already organizing, her voice cutting through the panic. "Non-combatants first! Move!"
Sasha grabbed the nearest weapon—a staff Rhys had been training her with—and ran for the door.
Outside, the world was fire and shadow.
Devereaux guards poured from the forest, their weapons gleaming. Vampire speed made them blurs. Hybrid fighters met them halfway—Clara in wolf form, Darius flickering through shadows, Thomas swinging a hammer like it weighed no
