~Annalyn POV~
The spirit's surge hit me like a storm, twisting my thoughts into chaos as old battles flashed before my eyes—wolves tearing at each other under blood moons, packs crumbling in flames. My head pounded, fragments of screams echoing inside, making it hard to hold on. I dropped to my knees on the ridge, the focus stone slipping from my grip, my belly aching from the pregnancy strain.
"Guys, it's tearing me apart," I gasped, clutching my skull. "These visions... they're everywhere!"
Lucas knelt beside me first, his hand on my shoulder, eyes wide with worry. "Annalyn, fight it! We're right here with you."
Calix grabbed my other arm, pulling me up gently. "Come on, princess, don't let that ancient bitch win. Push back!"
Matteo hovered close, his tablet forgotten on the ground. "The ritual's energy is spiking— we need to channel it back to you, stabilize this mess."
