The rogue’s taunting laughter echoed across the battlefield, each chilling note cutting through the chaos like a blade.
Dimitri circled him warily, his every move calculated, but Amelia’s mind was elsewhere. Her vision of Cyrus’s ambush still pulsed in her thoughts, vivid and haunting.
Amelia forced herself to focus on the present, her gaze darting toward Dimitri.
He was holding his ground, but the rogue’s speed and uncanny precision made it clear this was no ordinary opponent. The energy emanating from the rogue was suffocating, and Amelia could feel it gnawing at her connection to the scarlet wolf.
Talon’s voice broke through her racing thoughts. “My Luna, are you injured?”
Amelia shook her head, her voice steady despite the tension. “I’m fine, Talon, but I need to speak with Dimi
