The battlefield was chaos. The wolves fought valiantly, pushing back the rogues with every coordinated strike.
Dimitri's commands cut through the air sharp as a blade, his presence a rallying point for their forces against the ceaseless assault.
Amelia stuck to his side, her scarlet wolf instincts razor-sharp, yet something was not quite right. The air felt heavier, like it was charged with some unnatural energy.
Every motion was slower; her strength bled with each blow.
"Do you feel that?" she asked, voice taut, dodging a rogue's swipe.
Dimitri threw a glance at her; his brows furrowed. "I do. It's him."
With one step forward, the unnatural rogue suddenly smothered all other presences. Dark intelligence gleamed in his eyes as he crossed the battlefield, a smug smile curving his li
