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The battlefield was chaos. The wolves fought valiantly, pushing back the rogues with every coordinated strike. Dimitri's commands cut through the air sharp as a blade, his presence a rallying point for their forces against the ceaseless assault. Amelia stuck to his side, her scarlet wolf instincts razor-sharp, yet something was not quite right. The air felt heavier, like it was charged with some unnatural energy. Every motion was slower; her strength bled with each blow. "Do you feel that?" she asked, voice taut, dodging a rogue's swipe. Dimitri threw a glance at her; his brows furrowed. "I do. It's him." With one step forward, the unnatural rogue suddenly smothered all other presences. Dark intelligence gleamed in his eyes as he crossed the battlefield, a smug smile curving his li