Dawnstrike
The blinding flash that had consumed the descending vampire left spots dancing across every gamma's vision, friend and foe alike. For a moment—a single, suspended heartbeat—the entire battlefield held its breath, every wolf frozen mid-snarl, every claw suspended mid-strike, every eye turned skyward toward the source of that impossible light.
And then they saw her.
It was the fiery silhouette of what could only be a woman.
