Diana’s eyes narrowed.
The feeling had been there before.
Faint during the battle, buried beneath adrenaline and blood.
Now that the fighting had stopped, it returned fully.
Not a warrior. Not a feral. Something else. Something… older.
Diana stepped forward before Talon could stop her.
Her voice cut through the aftermath like a blade.
“You’ve watched enough.”
The warriors nearest her tensed immediately.
Talon moved to her side.
Enzo and Galvin looked up sharply.
“Show yourself.”
Silence. The night wind stirred the broken trees.
Then— from the shadows beyond the edge of the forest, a figure emerged.
Female.
Alone.
Draped in white clothing that seemed to move strangely against the night, as if touched by a wind no one else could feel. Her hair was long and dark, streaked wit
