{Ryanna’s POV}

The field erupted into unrestrained chaos.

It began with one howl — Nyra’s. Sharp. Unrelenting. Then mine followed, carrying the weight of every war cry that had ever been choked back. Together, they cracked the air without regard for how wild it could've sounded.

The fighting followed shortly after.

Wolves lunged across the frostbitten dirt, meeting Aurelius’s army with fang and claw. There was no formality. No positioning. Only chaos.

What else was supposed to ...