KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The Faes' shrieks dwindled into a haunting silence, the quiet before the storm. We stood, hearts thudding in our chests, ready to meet their next onslaught. I gripped the hilt of my sword, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my blood pulsing with pre-battle adrenaline.

"Stay alert," I whispered to my pack, my voice steady despite the chaos that awaited us. A shiver ran down my spine as I sensed their presence before I saw them-a dark wave of malevolence crashing ...