Avaline's POV

The moment our forces crashed into the rogue lines, I felt a pull deep in my chest.

She was here. My daughter. My lost girl.

The Valcaryn light magic that flowed through our warriors pushed back the darkness, creating pockets of clarity in the chaos. The rogues screamed and scattered, unable to withstand the combined might of Moon-blessed wolves and Shadowfang warriors.

But I barely noticed the tactical advantage we'd created.

My eyes scanned the battlefield, the castle walls, ...