~Lucas POV~
The old Moon Alpha's spirit breaking through the church ruins' wards had us on edge, the air crackling with her presence as we stood in the fog. Annalyn clutched the focus stone, her pregnancy making her wince, her face pale but fierce. My wolf was snarling, ready to fight, while Calix twirled his knife, Matteo tapped his tablet, and Ezra's runes flickered, trying to reinforce the wards.
Mara stood close, their Visaya runes dim, and Russo smirked from his chained spot by the altar, with Kael and Rorik silent nearby. Elias's army was still out there, but this spirit was the immediate threat, and we had to confront her now.
"She's here," I growled, my claws itching. "Moon Alpha spirit—how do we fight a ghost?"
Annalyn gripped the stone, her voice sharp. "She's after my power—my baby's. We push her back with the bond."
Ezra's runes glowed, his voice steady. "Use the stone and ring. Channel our bond to block her."
