Louis’s POV…..War was noise.Metal screaming against metal. Bones cracking. Wolves howling in pain and fury. The earth itself seemed to cry beneath our feet, trembling as if it wanted to swallow us all and end the madness.I fought like I had nothing left to lose.Because I didn’t.My blade carved through corrupted flesh, every strike fueled by rage, grief, and something sharp and feral in my chest. I moved fast, faster than thought, instincts screaming as I ducked claws and fangs, spun, struck, killed.Blood coated my hands.Not all of it was mine.Rogues kept coming—endless, twisted, their eyes empty and wrong. I tore through them with brutal efficiency, my wolf snarling in my skull, demanding blood.Protect the pack.Protect the living.Survive.A scream ripped through the battlefield.Not just any scream.Damien.My head snapped up.I saw him fall.Time shattered.The world narrowed until there was only him—on his knees, blood pouring from his side, a black, corrupted blade burie
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