Fabian's POV.The haze drifted away, and the chaos stilled. The air held no screams now, only quiet murmurs and the low growl of those still standing. Among the debris of our world destroyed by war, I stood with the weight and fear of triumph. The stench of smoke and demise enveloped me like a shield. I felt the earth's pulsation beneath me, alive with the energy of life but stained by blood. What could that mean? We had achieved peace, yet it came wrapped in sorrows and shadow. The war was over, yet my pulse still carried its echoes. The ghosts of the fallen walked beside me in thought and the victory in my hands felt fragile. Peace was here but it seemed it was built on the graves of too many. Was it worth the sacrifice?Although the kingdom was looking broken, physically, emotionally, and spiritually yet it still stood. It had survived and now, it was up to Seraphina and l to rebuild it. To lead it.I saw her standing at the edge of the battlefield, she was backing me while look
Seraphina's POV. The air was hefty, with the scent of burnt coals and the intense scent of blood. I felt it clogging on my chest, making every breathe l inhaled felt like a struggle. My heart was beating way too fast like it was literally pounding and I felt like my heart was racing towards something that I didn't even know was going to happen. yet knew was coming. Each heartbeat felt like a ticking clock, heading towards an inevitable end that seemed. Standing at the brink of battle, I gazed upon debris from our last stand. Despite their limited numbers, the rogue forces were relentless and the god like foe we had encountered had only revealed part of what was to come in the future. There was a distinct sensation in the air with an ancient and dark intensity. It was the kingdom that faced ruin. But I couldn't and wouldn’t let it fall. I didn't while I still breathed and Fabian was seated beside me. I could sense him in all places, he was always there, and yet there was something
Fabian's POV. The battlefield was filled with blood, and the air contained the remains of battle. The sky was filled with smoke, and I could see the outline of my fighters as they fought the remaining rogues. There was a sense of calm that settled in my chest as I heard the sound of metal clanging, bone shattering and calls for mercy. This was it. The final reckoning. White knuckles punctured my sword as I turned towards Seraphina. Her jaw was set, but her eyes… they gave her away. Fear was there, sure, but so was that stubborn fire that wouldn’t die. She’d been through hell, more than anyone should, and I’d always felt it in her but now it hit me all at once. It slammed into me like a shock, running straight down my spine. We had been very close for some time. Her magic engulfed us all, our Lycan might, as we coil around in unison. However, there was another dark element that none of us had anticipated. The rogue leader, Rylan Thorn, had been defeated, as we suspected. Neverthel
.Seraphina’s POVThe red and burning moon hung low, shining its peculiar light across the field. It was menacing. My throat was filled with a thick layer of smoke and sweat. My ears were filled with steel, snarls and screams but I couldn't hear anything. I felt far away from it though it sounded sharp yet steady. There was no space left for fear and no room to hesitation. This was the end.The battle raged around me, but I wasn’t thinking about the strikes or the blood. I was searching for something… for someone.Fabian.I felt him before, I saw him the bond between us burning hotter than it ever had. His Lycan power called to me, deep in my bones. He was close. Too close.And so was Rylan Thorn.That grin of his was carved into my head, and I hated it. But I couldn’t pretend he wasn’t dangerous. He had swung this war with nothing but bloodlust and his warped idea of power. He thought he could break us. Tear the kingdom apart.What he didn’t get was that we had something he has never
Fabian's POV. Smoke filled everywhere, l could barely see the sky and the ground kept shifting under my boots, every step seems to be throwing me off. The crash of metal slammed in my ears. The air pressed in from every side, heavy and tight. The fight pulled me forward, but my gut kept twisting.It was all or nothing. I stood at the front with my eyes sweeping the horizon for them. They were coming, the rogues kept pouring in like a dark tide. And there he was, Rylan Thorn, standing in the middle of it all like a shadow. That grin… it turned my stomach in a way I hadn’t felt in years. The war had worn us down, but this? this was coming to an end.I looked at Seraphina beside me. Even with chaos all around, she stood tall, steady, like a queen. I could feel our bond in the air, strong and alive. We’d been tested before, but this… this was going to push us past anything we’d faced. It wasn’t just about love now. It was about strength. About standing together. And about the kingdom th
Seraphina's POV. The ground kept giving slight slow shakes, like a heart beating so fast I could feel it in my bones. The sky, which was once calm just minutes ago, was turning and moving, almost like it knew what was happening down here. The moon kept flashing its pale light across the field. The cold, unforgiving light of the moon shone over and over the battlefield, but felt more like a warning than an actual threat, which was not helpful rather an alert or a severe signal warning.The struggle for survival wasn't limited anymore, this was the moment. My chest swelled as I laid down, the weight of my decision I had made earlier. The fate of the kingdom, my people, and my relationship with Fabian were all dependent on what occurred next. The war had come to a head, despite my efforts to remain a passive bystander during the war's peak, I couldn't ignore the power within me and ran through my veins. My blood acted as my curse and my salvation. I could see the chaos everywhere. Th