Maya 

For a split second, it felt like a dream. No—a nightmare. As I took in the scene before me, my mind fought to reject it, to deny this brutal reality. But there it was, undeniable: my friends, Kael and Ivy, lifeless, lying among countless bodies strewn across the battlefield.

This wasn’t a nightmare. This was horror in its rawest, most visceral form.

A sob tore from my throat, but there was no time to shift. Two rogues were charging at me with terrifying speed, my ...