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he tries to make sense of his actions, looking away becoming lost in spiralling thoughts. “I understand,” I raise my hand to his cheek slowly; gently turning his face back towards me, “-if those men agreed with your father then they were just as bad as him,” I look into his eyes acceptingly before dropping my palm to his wide shoulder. “I lost myself for a long time and made a lot of enemies in the process,” he mumbles embarrassed, “-I guess you could say I eventually become the thing I hated. Everyone fought so hard against me that I just forgot the reason why I done all of this for in the first place.”

I was fighting for the future. And I had no idea how long I could hold on.

I just wanted to let out everything and fighting seems like the best option for me. And that's why I went back after a freaking year, but it just felt like yesterday I stopped fighting. I stopped going to street fights because I thought I don't have to go anymore and I have been busy with my work and everything. Street fights are like my refreshing place. I can just forget everything after a bloody fight.

"But it's true. And the moment they discovered you were alive, they started hunting." I tried to stand, but my knees felt weak. He caught me. "You lied to me. For weeks, you pretended not to remember." "Because I was afraid," he repeated. "Afraid that if you knew, they’d hurt you. That if I failed to protect you, I’d lose the only person who’s ever mattered to me." I looked into his eyes. "You already lost me." His hands trembled. "Then let me earn you back. Let me finish this fight by your side."

"We fight for those who cannot fight. We fight for those who have been silenced. We fight for the future." I raised the dagger, the silver gleaming in the pale light. "And we fight for the fallen." A roar erupted from the column—a thousand voices, a thousand hearts, united in a single, defiant cry. I turned to face the fortress. "March." We moved forward. The war had begun. --- END OF CHAPTER 37

But because I’ve fought enough for today. And now, I just want to forget again.

I will rise. And I will lead. The old ways may be forgotten by most. But I remember. The fight will be brutal. One of us may not walk away. But I am ready. Because this is not about revenge.

He gave the smallest of nods. “We fight tonight,” I continued, louder now, so every wolf could hear me. “Not because we have no choice, but because we choose to. We stand because we are not cowards. Because this is our land, our blood, our pack. And no one, not even a ghost, takes that from us. I know all of you are afraid. And I understand that you are in pain for the ones that you lost. But do you want to know something that is funny that I find even more courageous or discouraging? The fact that I know that the woman that we are fighting, the ghosts that we are fighting, is my own mother. I grew up without that mother. I always dreamed that it was to have her. And when I found her, when s

“But I don’t know what we’re fighting for yet.” He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “Then we’ll fight for what’s right. For what you’ve always fought for. For the future.” I nodded slowly. The future. I wasn’t sure what that meant anymore, but I knew one thing. We would fight for it. We would fight for our lives, for the child growing inside me, for everything that had been built and destroyed in equal measure.

And right then, I knew— This wasn’t the end. This was the beginning. Of our counterstrike. Of vengeance. Of the reckoning they never saw coming. And God help anyone who touched our family again. Because now? Now it was war.