Ronald's POVThe heavy link snapped, and Anna collapsed sideways into my chest, her pale skin burning with a chaotic, golden heat that felt like a furnace against my ribs. I caught her tightly, my boots skidding in the gray ash of the northern ridge camp, while Joanna remained face-down in the dirt, weeping softly from the absolute destruction of her mental barriers."Ryker, secure the northern warriors, they are completely leaderless now," I barked, lifting Anna into my arms as her platinum eyes closed, her breathing turning fast, shallow, and terrifyingly hot."I have the perimeter, Ronald, get her back to the archives," Ryker roared, his massive fists clenching as he turned his yellow wolf glare onto the five hundred northern spearmen, who were already dropping to their knees in submission before our combined triad aura.I didn't waste a single heartbeat, shifting mid-stride into my silver wolf form with Anna slung carefully across my broad shoulders, tearing through the dense fore
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