Faye's POV
Relief flooded through me when I spotted Parker cutting through the thick smoke, sword gleaming in his grip. He wasn't coming alone.
Armed soldiers poured through every entrance, Parker leading the charge. Their northern armor caught what little light filtered through the haze, weapons ready for battle.
They'd tracked the enemy here.
The Raven Deons stumbled backward, their bloodthirsty confidence cracking as they realized the tables had turned. No longer were they the predators stalking helpless prey. They spun around too slowly. Steel met claw and fang in seconds, the savage chaos that had nearly consumed us now controlled by trained discipline and superior numbers.
My breath came out shaky, my legs wobbling beneath my weight. The blade nearly slipped from my sweaty palm. My knees gave way, but strong hands caught me before I could collapse.
Hardy.
