Mira's POV
Shit. Shit!
Eleanor's scream sliced through the chaos, a sound of pure terror that sent a jolt of ice through my veins. I ripped my claws out of the rogue I was dismantling, its shadowy form dissipating, and spun towards the sound.
"Eleanor!" I yelled, but a fresh wave of the damn things swarmed between us, their hollow eyes fixed on me. My wolf snarled, a raw, furious sound in my head, demanding we tear them all apart to get to her. I fought with a brutal, desperate efficiency, every move calculated to clear a path.
Just hold on, Ellie. Just hold on.
Then, everything… shifted.
It wasn't a sound or a sight. It was a pressure change, like the air itself had become solid for a single, heart-stopping second. The rogues I was fighting froze mid-lunge.
All of them. Across the entire track, every single twisted form just… stopped. My claws hung in the air, poised to strike at a monster that was no longer moving.
