There was mayhem on the battlefield.

From somewhere ahead, Maya yelled commands in a clear, authoritative voice. "Wait in line! Keep them from entering the center!

Pushing through the shadows and smoke, I followed her voice. Like a wave of rage, the rogues were everywhere, pouring through the shattered barrier.

Michael was on his knees, half-changed with his claws and trembling, as it were, inside. His eyes were barely blazing, and his wolf's gold was flickering up and down ...