The first clash shook Blackfang to its foundations. Steel struck steel. Claws tore through armor. The howls of wolves filled the valley as Valerion soldiers surged toward the fortress gates, their red-and-gold banners whipping violently in the wind. Above them, the false eclipse covered the moon. Kael stood on the highest battlement, staring down at the battlefield. His heart hammered. Not from fear. From the strange pull beneath his skin. The Moon Seal on his chest burned like a living flame. “Kael!” Lucien's voice cut through the chaos. Kael turned. The Alpha King stood several steps behind him, sword in hand, black hair disheveled from battle. Blood streaked one side of his face, though Kael couldn't tell if it was his. His crimson eyes met Kael's amber ones. For one brief second, everything else disappeared. The army. The screams. The prophecy. The Moon. There was only Lucien. “Stay behind me,” Lucien said. Kael frowned. “No.” Lucien's eyebrow lifted. “No?
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