The moon hangs high, its silver light washing over a battlefield scarred by the previous clashes. Wolves stir uneasily, recovering from the chaos, while Aria stands at the forefront, her towering silver wolf coiling with energy. Her presence radiates power, authority, and unshakable resolve.
Kael steps beside her, loyal and unyielding. His eyes scan the horizon, searching for Malrik’s forces. “He’ll come back,” he says quietly, voice tense. “And he won’t be alone this time.”
Aria nods, silver eyes narrowing. “Then we’ll be ready. Every wolf, every ally—we fight together. Tonight, we hold nothing back.”
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The camp prepares. Wolves sharpen claws and fangs, warriors rehearse formations, and the remaining packs rally behind Aria’s leadership. Every movement, every plan, carries urgency—Mal
