Elena did not think. She did not look back. The moment the lead witch’s bone staff unleashed that horrific screech, Elena broke formation. She ripped her hand from Marcus’s grasp, severing the physical anchor of their synchronized golden-silver barrier. The collective shield flared wildly, casting erratic shadows across the blood-slicked stones of the courtyard as it adjusted to Marcus holding the psychic weight alone. Every maternal instinct in Elena's biology took absolute control, driving her legs forward over the debris. Behind her, the battlefield dissolved into a chaotic, terrifying roar of clashing steel and snarling wolves. "Elena, wait!" Marcus’s booming Alpha roar echoed over the din, a desperate, commanding frequency that shook the stone walls of the keep. But he couldn't follow. The moment the barrier shifted, Alpha Jax’s front line slammed into him. A wall of gray and brown fur, ravenous and frantic, was entirely desperate to pin the Silver Ridge King down. Ma
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