Julian’s POVThe clash of weapons and the pounding of paws matched the beat of my heart. Smoke rose from the torn ground, heavy with the smell of blood. Around me, men and wolves lay where they had fallen—some still alive, others gone. My arm hurt, my shoulder throbbed, but I couldn’t stop. The wolf inside me howled, driving me on, desperate to win.We were close. So close.King Frederick’s banners still waved in the distance, and our men shouted his name like it was fire in their lungs. Calder’s forces, fierce as they had been, now faltered, their lines breaking under our relentless push. For every one of our warriors who fell, three of theirs followed. Hope surged so high. I could almost taste the end—the freedom, the peace, the life waiting for me with Reina.Her face came to me between each strike. Her smile, her tears, the way she had pressed her forehead to mine the night before battle and whispered, “Come back to me, Julian.”I would. I had to.I swung my blade, cutting down an
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