The ridge erupted.
Rogues surged forward, bodies snapping into motion with a single collective sound, like branches breaking under a storm. Wolves on our side shifted mid breath. Bones cracked, fur ripped through skin, and roars shook the air. Battle did not begin. It detonated.
Ronan lunged in front of me, shifting fully with a violence that made the ground tremble. His wolf was massive, silver fur bristling like frost set aflame. He slammed into the first rogue that dared cross the ridge, throwing it aside as if its weight meant nothing.
Kade moved in the opposite direction, blades spinning into lethal arcs. His movements were almost silent. Efficient. Calculated. His strikes left trails of frost in the air, the Winterborn hall’s magic clinging to him like recognition.
My heart hamme
