Damon POV
The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound.
More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt.
I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.
Then I heard her scream, but it was a battle cry. She was fine. Good.
Someone lunged at me with a sword. I caught his wrist, twisted until it snapped, and buried my blade in his chest.
I paused only long enough to catch my breath
