The sky was split open by fire and shadow. Dragons tore through the clouds.
Flame crashed into flame. Roars shook stone.
Below was chaos. Swords rang against armor, metal screaming. Wolves tore into wolves, snarling.
Fire raced along banners. The air smelled of ash and blood.
Serena froze for half a heartbeat, taking it in.
This was terror.
This was war.
And somewhere in this hell, Dex was fighting alone.
The thought moved her feet before conscious decision caught up.
They swept the routes most often used by omegas, moving through the keep with purpose. Innocents were evacuated as they went, pushed into safe passages, doors sealed behind them.
They had cleared two sections of the outer grounds when the sound reached them. Not the clash of swords, but something deeper. A howl that made the stone beneath their feet tremble.
Serena's head snapped toward the outer wall.
Through the smoke and chaos, she saw it.
