Jacob POV "Stand firm!" I shouted over the roar of combat. "Hold the line!" The guardians did not charge. They moved with precision, stepping between wolves with calm, deliberate strides. "Why do they not fight like warriors?" Kian asked, dodging a silver bolt that struck the ground where he had stood a second before. "They are not warriors," I said. "They are surgeons. They target specific wolves. They aim to incapacitate, not kill." Torin grunted as a bolt struck his shoulder. He fell to one knee but did not go down fully. "Pull back!" I ordered. "Regroup behind me!" "They're cutting us off," Marcus said, arriving at my side with a gash across his cheek. "They're isolating Faye. They want to reach the baby." "I see it," I said. "They move as one. Decades of training. We cannot match their coordination." "Then we adapt," Marcus said. "We break their formation." "We cannot," I said. "Every time one of our connected wolves is hit, the pain spreads. Look at them." Three wol
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