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~Rowan's POV
The night was fire and blood.
The sound of metal and roars filled the air as I swung my sword into another man's chest. He screamed, dropped his weapon, and fell beside me. My breath came hard and rough. The pain in my chest burned, but I forced it down. I couldn't feel weak now. Not when my brothers were fighting too.
"Rowan, behind you!" Kael shouted.
I spun just in time, blocking a blade that came for my neck. I growled and pushed forward, shoving the attacker to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.
"Thanks," I said quickly.
Kael gave a tight grin. "Don't thank me yet. There's more coming!"
He was right. From the shadows, more intruders rushed at us, masked men, covered in black. They were fast, ruthless. But we were faster. Damon was ahead of us, his claws slicing through two men at once. Even poisoned, he fought like the demon they called him.
"Push forward!" Damon roared. "Don't let them surround us!"
