Rowan’s POV“A leader’s real fear is not dying. It’s failing the people who trusted him to hold the line.”The scream came from the upper courtyard.And I knew immediately—Something had gone wrong.I was already moving before the second alarm sounded.The inner walls shook as wolves rushed across the compound, claws scraping stone, weapons drawn, voices overlapping in controlled panic.But panic always had a smell.And tonight—It was everywhere.“Hold formation!” I barked as I vaulted over the broken remains of the western barricade.A young scout nearly collided with me, breathing hard, blood running down the side of his face.“Commander—”“Report.”“The Bounders—”He swallowed hard.“They’re changing.”That stopped me cold.“What.”The scout pointed toward the northern wall.I followed his shaking hand—And my blood ran cold.The Bounders weren’t attacking anymore.They weren’t retreating either.They were standing completely still.Dozens of them.Heads tilted upward.Eyes glowin
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