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Lyra POVIt’s been two months.Or no — the second month is almost over.And Darius still hasn’t made a move.Was all that talk about revenge just smoke? All those promises about tearing down the Lycan King’s throne — were they nothing but words meant to keep the warriors loyal and restless?I could have left this pack weeks ago.I should have.But Kade keeps insisting we stay. He wants to witness the outcome of this war Darius keeps whispering about. He wants to see history unfold.Do I care about the outcome?No.Did I still stay?Unfortunately… yes.And now I’m stuck in the middle of something that hasn’t even begun.The worst part?I already warned Aria and the Lycan King.If nothing happens, I’ll look like a liar. A fool. A desperate wolf seeking attention.I sat on the trunk of a fallen tree at the edge of the clearing, the bark rough beneath my palms. The evening air was cool, but it did nothing to ease the frustration burning in my chest.I dragged a hand through my hair and ex

Raiden POVThe leather settled against my shoulders like a second skin.Not ceremonial armor. Not the heavy plated regalia meant for intimidation.This was war gear.Flexible. Lethal. Built for movement.Lucian adjusted the strap on his forearm guards nearby, equally prepared but unburdened by excess metal. We would not hide behind armor tonight.We would meet them properly.I stepped out onto the field beyond the fortress doors, and the sight before me would have made lesser men tremble.Rows upon rows of my warriors stood positioned beneath torchlight. Lycans in partial shift — claws extended, eyes glowing faintly gold beneath the moon. Shields locked. Blades drawn. Breath steady.They were not panicking.They were waiting.To my left stood Ava, sword already unsheathed, shoulders squared. Emma beside her, bow slung across her back, calm but alert. Liam cracked his neck once, rolling his shoulders like a man about to enjoy himself.On my right stood Lucian. Beside him, Kael — the wa

Aria POVThe silence after war is always strange.One moment, there is screaming, steel, blood, and chaos.The next—Victory.The enemies were retreating, dragging their wounded, abandoning their dead. Weapons lay scattered across the courtyard like discarded pride. The moon still hung high above us, but the air no longer felt suffocating.It felt ours again.A roar erupted behind me.Our pack.Shouts of triumph. Laughter. Howls splitting the night sky in celebration.We had won.I turned slowly.And there he was.Raiden stood in the middle of the courtyard, sword lowered now, chest rising steadily, blood streaked across his armor — some his, most not. His eyes found mine instantly.The tension in his shoulders eased.He sighed.And then he smiled.That was all it took.I ran.I didn’t care that warriors were watching. Didn’t care that the courtyard was still a mess of bodies and broken stone. I ran straight toward him and jumped.He caught me effortlessly.His arms wrapped