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Kael's POVThe horn hasn't finished echoing before the first ward cracks under Elara's charge.I see it happen from twenty yards back, a wall of silver-white light rippling like water struck by a stone, and for one suspended second I think it might hold. Then it doesn't. Elara's wolves pour through the gap howling, Elara herself at the front in human form, silver-streaked hair whipping loose from whatever knot she tied it in before this started, twin blades flashing in each hand like she's done this a hundred times before and doesn't intend to stop now."Move!" I shout it more to myself than anyone else, because my legs are already carrying me forward before my mind catches up, the loyal core of Silverclaw falling into formation around me without needing the order twice.The outer perimeter c

Nyra's POVThe words hit my skin like ice water, and I understand instantly this isn't the same chant from before.Dorian's voice has changed. Deepened into something that scrapes rather than flows, ancient syllables dragging across my skin like fingernails testing for weak points, searching for the exact place where suppression might finally break through what's left of my resistance.The war horn still echoes somewhere beyond the ruin walls, chaos breaking loose across the perimeter, but Dorian doesn't falter, doesn't so much as glance toward the sound. His whole focus has narrowed to me, to this altar, to whatever he's finally decided to finish regardless of what's crashing through his outer wards."They won't reach us in time," he says, breaking the chant just long enough to make sure I h

Kael's POVBlood in my mouth, blood on my hands, and I don't remember the last time I stopped moving long enough to notice either.The second ward's behind us now, shattered fully, and the inner ring of the ruins opens ahead through smoke and torch-flame and the particular chaos of a battle that's stopped being organized on either side. Council guards and Coalition wolves tangle together in every direction, formation abandoned somewhere in the last twenty minutes, everything narrowed down to single combats fought by wolves too exhausted to remember strategy.I don't fight like a strategist anymore either. I fight like something that's stopped separating the wolf from the man, every movement pure instinct, blade and claw and whatever's left of the strength the curse-break gave me two nights ago, spent now without hesitation because hesita

Mira's POVBlood is not supposed to smell like copper and wildflowers, but that's the only way I can describe the eastern flank tonight, the tang of iron tangled up with crushed grass and something sweeter underneath, torn earth, torn wolves, torn hope.My arm won't stop shaking.Not from fear. From exhaustion, from the third rogue I've put down in as many minutes, his claws raking a line across my ribs before I got my teeth into his throat. I spit blood onto the grass and force myself upright, scanning the tree line for the next wave, because there's always a next wave tonight."Left flank's folding!" Torren shouts, his voice cracking with the particular strain of a wolf who's been fighting since moonrise and has nothing left to give but keeps giving it anyway. Torren's

Dorian's POVKael Draven was supposed to be dead by now, and the fact that he isn't tells me more about how badly I underestimated him than I care to admit.I hear the fighting before I see him, the particular crash of a body meeting stone, and then his voice, ragged, furious, cutting through the archway like a blade through silk. Rhett. Mira. A dozen wolves I never accounted for standing behind him, bloodied but upright, exactly the wrong number of survivors at exactly the wrong moment."Right on time, Alpha Draven," I say, keeping my voice light, unbothered, because if there's one thing five years of careful maneuvering has taught me, it's that panic is contagious and I refuse to be the one who spreads it. "Would you like to watch, or participate?"He doesn't answer. He doesn't need to. I c