Anastasia pov
The smell of iron and smoke was oppressive, and the screams of pain and anger were almost unbearable.
I had felt the urgency and need to intervene from the beginning, but the battlefield was a chaos of frantic movements and ruthless attacks. Rowan and my father Richard's soldiers were fighting with an almost supernatural ferocity, and I knew something was wrong. Their eyes shone with a sinister darkness, clear evidence that they were being controlled by forces beyond their will.
"Your sister, Raven. The prophecy of the Twins is beginning to be fulfilled, Anastasia," Everly relayed in my mind, giving me clarity. "Use your powers and free them!"
I did not even know if it would be possible to do that, but Everly filled me with confidence and strength.