Third Person POV


    The fight stopped making sense.


    Ellie was thrown between physical volleys with Felicity and surges of power that she struggled to direct.


    The shifts were rapid, disorienting. She could hardly follow what was happening now. She only knew that she had to hold Felicity back, had to keep her focus only on herself.


    The unrelenting confusion of it wasn''t restricted to Felicity.


    That was the first thing anyone noticed-not that it grew louder or more violent, but that it crossed some invisible threshold where pain, fear, and reason no longer applied.


    The rogues should have been breaking.


    By any rational measure, they were outmatched now. Reinforcements had arrived. Their lines were splintered. Their losses were catastrophic. Any normal force would have fled, scattered back into the Rogunds to lick its wounds.


    These didn''t.


    They fought like something hollowed out and filled with fury instead.


    des that should have crippled them barely slowed their movements. Wolves fought on with shattered limbs, jaws snapping through blood and bone. Even as bodies fell, others surged over them, heedless of injury, heedless of death.


    It was as if the storm itself had crawled into their veins.


    Ellie had thought that she understood the visions. Nn was theing storm. But that wasn''t true, notpletely.


    Nn was the storm of Silver Fang. A force of nature that couldn''t be denied. A force of protection that wouldn''t be swayed.


    But this storm was something else. It wasn''t a storm system that happened to be striking at the same moment Felicity invaded. There was something else to it. Something unnatural.


    Maybe if Ellie had been able to sense it, if any of them had, they could have prepared more thoroughly.


    It was toote for that now.


    Inside the packhouse, that madness concentrated into something sharper-more focused.


    Felicity.


    Her presence warped the space around her. The air felt too tight, too charged, vibrating with unstable power that didn''t belong to her alone. Every scream of the storm outside seemed to echo through her, feeding the wild


    light burning behind her eyes.


    Ellie was barely on her feet.


    She was upright only through stubborn refusal to fall again, one hand braced against the stone wall as she dragged breath into burning lungs. Magic still thrummed through her, but it was frayed now-overstretched, reactive, no longer something she could shape with precision.


    The goddess was there.


    So was something else.


    Something vast, watchful.


    Waiting.


    The panic room had be thest fixed point in a copsing world.


    Cassian and Rae stood shoulder to shoulder in its shattered doorway, blood slicking the floor beneath their boots. Cassian moved with brutal efficiency now, every strike decisive, his body interposed instinctively between Rae, the crib, and the chaos beyond.


    Rae held her dagger in a white-knuckled grip, fear etched into every line of her face- but she didn''t step back.


    Not once.


    Each time a rogue broke through the press, Cassian met them head-on. Each time one slipped past his reach, Rae struck with desperate precision born of terror and love.


    They were holding.


    Barely.


    At the top of the stairs, Nn was a force of pure violence.


    He had managed to fight his way to this point, but the rogues were on him like a tidal wave. It was as if their collective focus was solely on him.


    He fought like a man possessed-not by madness, but by purpose. His wolf surged beneath his skin, eyes glowing as he nted himself at the choke point, denying the rogues ess with savage resolve.


    They threw themselves at him anyway.


    Again and again.


    Kieran''s warriors shed with rogues on the ground floor below, holding the line with grim determination. Kieran himself fought like a man intent on atonement, bloodied and relentless, intercepting wave after wave before they could reach the stairs.


    Somewhere among them was ric. Ellie could feel him, assessing, fighting, calcting something she couldn''t fathom.


    She felt him bracing against her magic, feeding and stabilizing her energy, even


    from a distance. It was still barely enough to keep her on her feet.


    The house shook with the strain of it all.


    And through it-through steel and snarls and thunder-


    The babies cried.


    August andn''s cries cut through the chaos with piercing rity, high and desperate, impossible to ignore. Every sound seemed to tighten the air further, ratcheting the tension to an unbearable pitch.


    Felicity heard them.


    The moment the cries rose again, something in her snappedpletely.


    Ellieunched herself at her as she moved toward the doorway again. 日


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