Gannon’s POV

The air was thick with tension as we faced the Night Veil for the first time. Their red eyes glowed in the shadows like embers, and their movements were swift, coordinated, a deadly dance born from years of lurking in darkness.

“Hold the line!” I shouted, shifting mid-step, silver fur rippling as I transformed. Nova was already flanking the left, flames flickering from her fingertips, while Eleanora’s eyes burned with fierce determination at my side.

The first wave struck with brutal precision. Claws and magic collided in a cacophony of growls and sparks. I caught a glimpse of the Whisperer, slender, almost ghostlike, weaving through the chaos, whispering...