Magnus's elite personal guard had broken through a weakened section of the eastern flank where Sera's turncoats had created an opening. Hundreds of silver-trimmed northern warriors poured into the royal rear with murderous intent. Their howls carried a single, chilling focus; not the main lines, not Kael, but Seren herself. Magnus had recognized the danger she posed: the human-turned-wolf who had become a living symbol of unity between species. Eliminating her would shatter the inspiration holding the royal forces together.
Seren felt the shift through the bond the moment the elite guard changed direction.
*They're coming for me,* she sent urgently.
Kael's roar of denial shook the battlefield. *Stay with Aeron! I'm coming!*
Aeron's voice snapped through the link, sharp with command. *Fall back to the command rise. Now!*
