Chapter 62 Silent Rescue

• The clash broke out before the sisters even dared to breathe. Shadows lunged from the ruined alley, eyes glinting with feral hunger, skeletal frames driven by something more instinct than reason.
• Daren moved fast, blade flashing in the dim light, but he wasn’t alone. From the whitened street, one of the foxes burst into motion — white fur streaked with frost, eyes gleaming with silent fire. It leapt alongside him without hesitation, each strike and lunge flowing in unspoken unity.
• Lucy stayed back, her heart hammering. She crouched near the wall, crushing a bundle of bitter herbs in her gloved hands. The pungent scent filled the air, sharp and acrid. She scattered the mixture to the snow, and for a heartbeat the ferals faltered, nostrils flaring, their frenzy dulled by the overwhelming odor. That moment was enough.