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The wall broke at two points within the first ten minutes, Vesper’s numbers simply too overwhelming for defenses built to withstand a threat half this size.“Eastern breach!” The shout carried across the chaos, and Griffin was already moving, cutting through the compound with brutal, focused speed toward the position where Silas’s Ravenwood fighters had been overrun by sheer weight of numbers.“Hold the line here,” he shouted to the fighters still standing at the main gate, “Cassian, you’re with me east, Dax…”“Western flank,” Dax finished, already turning, Sloane’s hand briefly catching his before he moved. “Stay close to Cassian. I mean it.”He was gone before she could answer, disappearing into the chaos with a handful of fighters trailing behind him, and Sloane felt the mark’s strange new warmth flare sharp and sudden as the distance between them stretched, three separate threads of connection now scattered across a battlefield rapidly dissolving into brutal, close-quarters fighti

Silas found the opening three fighters into his own exhausted stretch of the eastern line, Vesper himself visible for the first time since the assault began, directing his forces from a rise just beyond the broken wall with the cold, calculating composure of a man who still believed every variable remained firmly under his control.He doesn’t know yet, Silas thought, grim satisfaction cutting through his exhaustion. He doesn’t know I’ve already decided what comes next.He’d prepared the journal’s revelation for the council, not for this. But watching Vesper’s outside recruits fight with brutal, mechanical precision, wolves whose own packs had fallen to exactly the kind of historical cruelty his own family had orchestrated generations ago, Silas understood that the truth he’d intended to speak carefully, deliberately, in a council hall, might serve better shouted across a battlefield instead.“You there!” he called out, voice carrying toward a cluster of outside recruits pressing hard

Griffin didn’t wait to understand what was happening to the mark. He simply used the opening Vesper’s momentary distraction provided, closing the distance with everything his exhausted body had left, driving Vesper backward through sheer, desperate force.“You wanted an end to this,” Griffin snarled, pressing the advantage. “Here it is.”Vesper recovered faster than anyone anticipated, twisting away from Griffin’s strike with the fluid, trained precision that had made him dangerous from the first moment this war began. He countered hard, and Griffin, still favoring the ribs Vesper had injured minutes earlier, took the blow across his forearm instead of his throat, the only mercy his exhausted reflexes could manage.“Your form is slipping,” Vesper observed, something cold and satisfied returning to his voice as he pressed forward again. “Exhaustion makes even the strongest fighters predictable.”“Maybe,” Griffin said, circling despite the pain radiating through his ribs. “Or maybe I’m

The wounded packmate was Petra, and the sight of her crumpled against the base of the old watchtower, bleeding badly from a gash along her thigh, stopped Dax cold even as the larger confrontation with Vesper hung suspended on the rise above them.“She’s one of ours,” he said, already moving toward her despite Griffin’s sharp glance of warning. “I’m not leaving her exposed.”Sloane followed without hesitation, understanding immediately, the choice settling clear and certain despite the enormity of the confrontation still unfolding with Vesper and his wave of fresh reinforcements pressing closer by the second.They reached Petra just as two of Vesper’s outside recruits broke from the main engagement, clearly recognizing an opportunity in her vulnerability, and Dax met them with the same fierce, protective fury Sloane remembered from the ravine ambush months ago, except steadier now, more controlled, exactly the careful bravery he’d promised her after his own near-death experience scouti

By the time Sloane reached the northern front again, the battlefield had transformed into something she barely recognized from the chaos of just an hour earlier.Where Vesper’s fresh reinforcements had been pressing hard against exhausted defenders, now Ravenwood loyalists fought alongside Marlowe fighters in coordinated formations that bore the unmistakable signature of weeks spent building genuine trust rather than mere convenience. And scattered among them, unexpectedly, fought wolves she recognized from Vesper’s own coalition, their earlier uncertainty from Silas’s revelation apparently having solidified into something closer to open defection.“They’re turning,” Dax said, finding her amid the chaos, relief and renewed determination mixing in his expression. “More of Vesper’s recruits every few minutes. Silas’s truth about the old grievances, it’s spreading faster than I expected.”Ines appeared nearby, blood-streaked but fierce, directing a cluster of newly defected fighters with