Only through the breaking do we find the strength to rebuild."
RIVEN'S POV
The psychic pulse from the North was buzzing, and my Panther Shifter abilities, already running at an unsustainable level due to the war, had been critically overloaded. It wasn't a vision I saw; it was a screaming, blinding reality of pure power and terror, tearing through my consciousness and threatening the survival of my internal Alpha. I was shaking violently in the small, stone-walled chamber. I had retreated here from the main War Room, desperate for silence, but the triumphant, catastrophic echoes of the Alpha Bond followed me, threatening to dissolve my very sanity.
"The force... the sheer joy of it," I gasped, clutching my head, trying to press the noise out of my skull. My words fractured into useless, panicked jargon. "I could sense Elias and Alaric... the double power is too much."
