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I proudly raise my voice as I lift my daggers above my head, not missing a beat. “Divided we fall!” My warriors respond by chanting back. They throw their heads back and set free a powerful roar that seems to come from deep within their core. Their roars grow fiercely louder as the doors to the craft glide open. Turning around, I wave my daggers forward, and my bloodthirsty warriors waste no time as they rush towards the craft, taking out Maddoxs' first line of defense.

I still hated that he could invade my thoughts, but right now I understand that it was helpful at some points. “You released your Dragon when you know you aren’t supposed to. This is why Dragons should be eliminated, they are too unpredictable.” My father told another lie, but it was only a partial lie. “I don’t remember.” The pitch of Little Cyran’s voice rose, almost sounding scared and a little as if he were complaining. “I can’t wait until the day I die. After I die, your brother will be able to kill your Keeper and then all of this can be over. Dragons don’t belong in this world.” Father stepped away and moved to sit in his office chair.

She looks at Drake, who nods. I frown at them. “No, you two should stay out of this. This curse is dangerous, so I don’t want you two anywhere around it.” I order, my voice stern. Dory’s face hardens. “Luna, I respect you. But we are not kids anymore. So don’t treat us like one.” My lips part in shock at her words. “I agree,” Drake says, his eyes blazing with fierce determination. “Warriors don’t cower in such situations. If I can’t handle this, then I am not worthy of being a warrior.”

The war drums began to beat in the distance, matching the pulse of my fury. The generals stood behind me, the crackle of energy in the air as they awaited my command. They, too, could feel the weight of the moment. The stakes had never been higher. The wolves had not only stolen Tora—they had made her one of them. That, I would never forgive. The dragons were ready, their wings unfurled, massive and powerful. They stood in perfect formation, the air thick with the scent of rage and the promise of destruction. “Move out,” I ordered, my voice cutting through the growing roar of his warriors. “No mercy. We take the wolves down to the last. The pack will burn, and Tora will come home.”

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

Not just any dragon. They were dragons too—every one of them born with wings and claws, fire in their lungs. But he was the Warlord. The King they had once feared and followed not because of birthright, but because of power. His wings could darken the sun. His roar had shattered mountain passes. They had called him king not out of respect, but survival. And they had forgotten. Until now. Sera didn’t scream. She just stood there, arms still outstretched, as if her body might shield them from a god.

And so I was desperate to win, if I can pass this, I would be able to control the full Dante army and I will add the golden pack army to it. I will grow more armies and soon, I will be able to lead an attack Xylah and all of them. I won't mind giving the kingdom to Dante, I will make them watch everything they built, crash in their hands. The power they so wanted would crash in their hands and I will be there to make them watch. "We depart now," I said as they all stood behind me. "Remember, follow my direction and nothing more," I stated. "We might be wrong on the security system, we might be right, so we should be prepared for any changes," I yelled.

But I wouldn’t change it all the same. “Little bird, you’re mine.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. And I knew that he was right. I could feel it with everything in me. I belonged to the dragons. The End

“Crescent Moon has faced many challenges, but we’ve always risen stronger. Logan may regroup, but we’ll be ready. Trust in your strength, trust in each other, and trust in our bond as a pack.” The warriors’ howls echoed through the packhouse, their unity a powerful reminder of what we were fighting for. As the warriors dispersed, Atlas turned to me, his expression softening. “Don’t let her get to you,” he said quietly. I nodded, my resolve firm. “I won’t. But we can’t let her doubt spread.” “We won’t,” he said, his voice steady. “We’ll prove her wrong.”