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Perhaps then none of this would be happening. As the sun began its descent, casting an orange glow across the horizon, as the battle I most feared began. The two Alphas locked eyes, their rivalry palpable. Dane was still looking to get his revenge on Elliot for all that he had done to me. He hated Elliot for having taken me away from him, and trying to claim me as his. Dane lunged forward, his movements swift and graceful, harnessing the moon’s power to enhance his agility. He struck with precision, his claws slashing through the air.

“Lyra.” I couldn’t answer. My whole body was shaking. Somewhere far away, I knew Cassian would have felt it too. Not the truth. Only the break. Only the sharp, false shock of a bond snapping into death. At that same moment, miles away, Cassian stopped cold in Selene’s doorway. His face drained. One hand flew to his chest. For a single brutal second, the mate bond turned into a blade and drove straight through him. Then it was gone.

For later, he will never speak again! Yeah! I was determined to end his life now. "Nah! Fellas, this is the most awaited moment in the dark world history. The reincarnation of Delmar and me into a fight of death!" He stressed out. At first, we were enveloped by silence, and then a loud applause came next, cheering for him, of course. "What a bold act? You, slave, will fight Dameron? Obviously, you are digging your own grave!" The female warrior who winked at me earlier laughed out.

- Death - Death was trying to relax his mood before coming to the lycan's border. 'I don't want to make a tense atmosphere worse, but seriously Vishnu? I call you to warn about an enemy and you take that as "I should ambush him so we can have a practice match", seriously?' Death was taking slow breaths, trying to push the frustrating thoughts out. He looked down at Hrom and thought about Lucius. 'You care about me, even though you have your own kingdom to rule, and meanwhile Shiva has the nerve to-'

... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone.

Her brow furrowed, a faint tremor running through her arm before it connected with my stomach with crushing force. “You’re fighting it, my love,” I choked out, a bloody smile touching my lips. “I see you. Don’t give up. You can do this.” The Death Goddess, sensing Layla’s brief moment of resistance, roared with furious impatience. “Silence, mortal! You distract my vessel!” Her blows intensified, a relentless torrent of pain. Layla’s hands became blurs, battering my chest, my face, my abdomen. I coughed, spitting blood, my knees threatening to buckle, but I kept my eyes on hers, clinging to that faint glimpse of my mate.

But because of how blunt the sword was, it didn't get through the skull but just bounced back and fell to the ground. "What a waste of blood," the dead warrior said as it placed its hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground with ease. I fell to the ground and felt the same sharp jolt of pain in my belly that I had felt earlier and it went as fast as it came, just like before. The dead warrior turned its face from me and back to Caleb as it said, "I will end you and all werewolf in the supernatural world. All that stood against the witches will die." The dead warrior twisted the spear that was stuck in Caleb's shoulder and Caleb let out a loud growl of pain.

Maybe I was desperate. He smiled. And then his eyelids drooped low as he struggled to stay awake. “No!” I screamed, clutching him. My heart shattered into a million pieces. “No, you can’t leave me! You can’t! Not again...” The battle had ended. We had won. Dane was dead and his forces were defeated. But none of that mattered.