The clearing still hummed with leftover magic. Smoke drifted. Warriors regrouped. The witches’ broken circle crackled faintly in the dirt.

Evan stood at the center of it all, chest heaving, eyes blazing,

He looked like a storm barely held in human form.

Jadon stepped beside him, still glowing faintly from the clash. Christa stood on her other side, magic simmering around her like a protective aura.

Jace jogged up, blood on his jaw, eyes sharp. “Alpha what’s the call?”

Evan didn’t ...