~Matteo POV~
Annalyn's scream tore through the church ruins, her eyes wild as she clutched the focus stone, her mind fracturing under the ritual's overload. The Moon Alpha's voice was screaming in her head, Lira's spirit laughing, and my wolf was freaking out, desperate to pull her back.
Lucas held her tight, Calix was cursing, and Ezra's runes were flaring as he tried to stabilize the magic. Her pregnancy made her power unpredictable, and we had to contain this madness before it hurt her or the baby.
"Annalyn, focus on me!" I shouted, grabbing her face, her skin hot. "You're stronger than this!"
She thrashed, the stone glowing red. "It's too much—Lira's in my head!"
Lucas growled, pinning her arms gently. "We got you. Fight it!"
Calix knelt, his voice sharp. "Come on, princess, kick that ghost's ass!"
Ezra chanted, his runes pulsing, trying to dampen the magic. "The ritual's surge—it's amplifying Lira's hold. Annalyn, use the stone to push her out!"
