Elena POV The battlefield reeked of blood, steel, and burnt earth. The sounds of distant fighting still echoed beyond the palace walls, but in this moment, everything around me quieted as my eyes met Lykan’s. He smiled, his face bruised yet radiant with love and relief. Slowly, he reached out, fingers intertwining with mine. Thanks for standing with me, I whispered, barely able to keep the tears at bay. Through thick and thin… You never left my side, Lykan. You’ve been my shield, my strength… even when I was falling apart. His thumb brushed gently across my knuckles. And you, Elena… You held me together when I had nothing left to believe in. You were my light in the darkness, don’t ever forget that. I leaned into him slightly, feeling his warmth and the familiar pull that always drew me to him. A powerful energy buzzed between us, our bond, sealed under the blood moon and strengthened by everything we had endured together. Suddenly, the moment was interrupted. Elena! Mila’s v
Elena’s POV Lykan’s body lay limp in my arms, still no hope to get him to come back to me.. The battlefield had fallen into a terrifying silence. The smell of blood and smoke lingered thick in the air. Everything felt hollow, like time itself had paused to watch the choice I would make. My fingers trembled as they clutched the bloodied collar of his tunic, pressing against the slow cooling of his chest. No breath, no heartbeat, nothing. Lykan, I whispered, my voice breaking. You can’t leave me now, we’re not done… not like this, at least.. His head lolled to the side, and a broken sob escaped my throat. I could feel the magic inside me crackling, restless, desperate. I could burn the entire battlefield to the ground. I could rise now, finish James off while he stood only steps away, too weak to defend himself. But it wouldn’t bring Lykan back. Behind me, Sophia’s voice tore through the quiet like a dagger. James! she screamed, limping toward us. I told you not to hurt him!
Elena’s POV The battlefield was painted in blood. Ashes floated in the air like winter snow, but there was no beauty in it, only death and blood. The red hue of the blood moon cast long shadows over the broken bodies of dead armies lying lifelessly on different corners of the Northern Range pack battle ground. And at my feet, Kairos lay still. I stood above him, chest rising and falling with rage and grief, his once sharp eyes were dim now, blood pooling beneath his twisted frame. His wickedness was the deepest cut. How could a person kill his fellow human and use her to get more strength, while her body is preserved... To keep the power going.. Seeing him had to bring little Cael to my heart, I just smiled, remembering how cute and sweet he is, nothing close to his wicked father, Kairos. My gaze returned to Kairos.. I'm sorry Kairos, I had to choose the war. I warned you, Kairos, I whispered, my voice cracking. You should have stayed in the shadows. He coughed weakly, bloo
The palace courtyard was no longer the majestic ground it once was, it now roared with chaos. Arrows flew, blades clashed, growls filled the air, and blood painted the walls in streaks of fury. The moon, swollen and red beneath the horizon, threatened to rise fully, and the world felt like it was holding its breath for what was to come. Elena’s footsteps echoed as she entered the grand corridor, her eyes burning with purpose. Her aura was dark, commanding. Her long black cloak fluttered behind her like the wings of vengeance. At the other end of the corridor stood Kairos, leaning against a pillar, arms folded, as if he had been expecting her all along. You came quicker than I thought, Kairos said coolly, stepping away from the shadows. I warned James, but I guess he didn’t have the balls to finish what I started. Elena’s eyes narrowed. And now you’ll try? I don’t try, he smirked, I win. With a flick of his wrist, a surge of raw power exploded from him, hurling dust and sha
The war.... The sky bled crimson. Like a wound in the heavens, the blood moon had risen to its zenith, casting its wicked glow over the land. Every stone, every tree, every drop of dew reflected its light, and with it came the scream of the cursed wind and the rising howl of war. It had begun. The clash of fangs, steel, and flame echoed in the night. I stood on the cliff above the battlefield, the wind tearing at my clothes. Below, the Northern Range Pack, James’s army unleashed chaos upon the insurgents, Lykan’s warriors, Elena’s supporters, and those from long-forgotten clans that had risen from the ashes. But it wasn’t just a war of men and wolves. It was a war of gods and monsters. I could feel the raw pulse of power rippling across the valley, an ancient magic breaking through the veil. And at the very center of it all, I felt her. Elena... Her energy was different now, transcendent, it no longer felt like just Luna power. It was something older, wilder. It was like
Kairos POV I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not yet... The blood moon was only a few hours away, its crimson hue already beginning to taint the edges of the twilight sky, a silent omen whispering chaos and power. And yet, as I stood veiled by shadows at the edge of the stone wall near the dungeon corridor, my heart stopped at the sight before me. Elena!!!! She was alive. So was Lykan. What in the name of the goddess had James done? I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms as I stepped further into the darkness, hidden behind one of the cursed archways that gave me a clear view into the sacred dungeon, a place meant only for sacrificial rites and executions. The air here was heavier than normal. It buzzed with a forbidden energy, thick with blood-soaked memories and magic that refused to die. But right there before my eyes, James, Sophia, and his mother, Evelyn, were the ones magically bound by glowing ethereal chains. Elena stood proud and commanding, no longer the f