The wolves emerged from the forest as the sun began to rise, their fur dark, their eyes bright. Vidar led them, his face hard, his body tense. The final battle had begun. Lyra stood at the edge of the camp, the dagger in her hand, her heart pounding. Stellan was beside her, his white fur bright against the darkness, his blue eyes fixed on the enemy."Ready?" he asked.She nodded. "Ready."The enemy wolves surged forward, and the world dissolved into chaos.---Lyra fought beside Stellan, their bodies moving through the enemy lines, their claws finding throats, their teeth finding flesh. The bond pulsed between them, steady and strong, a reminder of what they were fighting for.Freya was at her side, her movements swift, her focus absolute. Kael fought nearby, his face hard, his body low. Runa and Dag held the flanks, their voices rising in howls that echoed off the mountains.But Vidar was nowhere to be seen.Lyra scanned the b
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