The betrayal hit harder than any bullet.
That bastard. He smiled in our faces. Welcomed us with empty hands while his knife was already aimed at our backs.
I saw red.
—Hold the line, I linked to my soldiers. Do not let them reach the elders. Form a perimeter. Push them back.
And then I dove into the fray, teeth bared, ready to kill.
Because now, this wasn’t just a fight.
It was war.
—Darian, Rowan. Get Father out. Now! I linked, voice sharp with urgency.
They didn’t argue. They didn’t have to. They moved, flanking our father, shielding him as best they could. He resisted at first—I saw it—but even he knew this wasn’t about pride anymore. It was survival.
I turned back to the battlefield and let go.
I fought like a rabid wolf.
My body tore through the enemy like instinct had take
