Silas did not attack like a rogue.

He attacked like someone who had studied every failure Crimson Fang ever made.

Three false pushes hit the outer walls at once.

A fourth struck the western creek.

Then a fifth group drove straight at the old service gate.

Stone stop

The second wave broke the southern line in four minutes.

Not because Crimson Fang failed.

Because no wall was built for that many bodies.

Feral wolves poured through the trees.

Marked.

Screaming.

Driven forward by the Eclipse Shard.

Elara felt every black m

“Open the door, Silver Wolf.”

Silas’s voice did not come through Elara’s ears.

It came through the Moonwell.

Through the Eclipse Shard.

Through every place where corrupted lunar power touched the real thing.

Astra dug her claws into the earth.

Black pressure wr