The battlefield has gone quiet. Lars’s remaining fighters stand with their hands raised, weapons scattered at their feet.Finally, we achieve victory.Then I hear it—the sound of approaching cars.“No,” Fenris says, raising his rifle. “No, he couldn’t have.”A new convoy appears. Twenty vehicles, fresh fighters pouring out, all fully armed.Natasha stands at the front, commanding them.“I’m sorry it came to this, Arthur,” her voice carries across the field. “But I can’t let you destroy everything we built.”“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Aurora mutters beside me.The divine power still hums through my body, through my pack. Aurora’s blessing hasn’t faded yet. But we’re exhausted. Our minds and muscles scream for rest.“One more fight, soldiers,” I say to my fighters. “For your families, your pride, your pack—and for me. Charge.”Natasha’s forces advance, organized and fresh. They open fire, forcing us back toward the pack house again.But Aurora steps forward.Her eyes blaze white, li
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