~Calix POV~
The estate was crawling with rival spirits, their shadowy forms hissing, drawn by the curse artifacts we'd activated. Annalyn gripped the focus stone, her pregnancy slowing her but her eyes blazing, while Lucas snarled, ready to rip into anything. My knife was out, itching for action, as Matteo checked his tablet and Ezra's runes flared, warding us.
Mara stood by Russo, both warded, their faces tense, and the Moon Alpha's voice echoed warnings in my head. These spirits were the council's doing, and we had to banish them before they screwed us over.
"Alright, let's send these ghosts packing," I said, twirling my knife. "Annalyn, you good?"
She nodded, the stone glowing. "Yeah, but they're strong. Ezra, what's the play?"
Ezra's runes sparked, his voice sharp. "The dagger—use it with the stone. Channel Moon Alpha power to banish them."
Lucas growled, cracking his knuckles. "And if that fails? We're punching ghosts?"
