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He won’t have the last word. I will survive this. Because even in the darkest corners of my fear, there’s a spark of defiance. And as long as that spark burns, I’ll keep fighting to reclaim the life that was stolen from me. Antonio doesn’t get to win. Not today. Not ever.

Done letting Sophia win by default. If she wanted a war, she'd get one. And this time, I wasn't backing down. No matter what it cost me. No matter what I had to reveal. No matter what I had to lose. I was going to fight. And I was going to survive. Because the alternative was letting her destroy me completely. And I'd already decided. That wasn't happening. Not now. Not ever.

I was unable to fight back. "Looks like you're out." Elstan growled at me. The elder stepped forward and studied my wounds. I hid my face. "Alpha Kaydence is unable to continue. Elstan the choice is yours you can spare her life or you can end it." The elder said. Elstan poked at me with a foot.

“Then let them try. Because now you have me. And I don’t break.” For the first time in days, I let myself believe it. We weren’t just surviving anymore. We were going to fight.

It was meant to break us, to shatter our will. But we wouldn’t let them win. I wouldn’t let them win. Gradually, the survivors gathered in the square, a grim and weary bunch. There were too many missing faces, too many empty spaces where friends and family should have been. But there was no time to mourn. Not yet. “Listen up!” I called out, raising my voice over the murmurs and cries. “I know things look bad, but we are not beaten. We’ve been hit hard, yes, but we’re still here. And as long as we’re still standing, we can fight back.”

Now they were looking at me like I was something special. I cleared my throat. “I’m not great at speeches,” I started, and a few people chuckled. “But I know what it’s like to feel alone. To think you don’t matter. To believe you’re not enough.” I met Isabella’s eyes across the room. She nodded encouragement. “We won because we stopped being separate. Stopped caring about territory lines or old grudges. We became a pack. All of us.” I looked around the room. “That can’t end just because the fighting’s over. We have to stay together . Help each other. Protect each other. Because that’s the only way we survive whatever comes next.”

"Fight for us, fight for what we just promised each other, fight for the future we're going to build together. Don't you dare let some coward with a gun take away our happily ever after." For just a moment, her fingers tighten around mine—barely perceptible, but enough to confirm she can hear me, she's still fighting, she's not giving up despite everything working against her. "Always," she breathes, so quietly I almost miss it. "Always... fight for us." Then she goes completely limp in my arms. “She will survive.” I tell myself as much as I’m reassuring Dane. “She has to.” Because we’re just getting started.

But I’m still here. Still moving. Still fighting. Tomorrow, I’ll face Jaden. Tomorrow, I’ll pretend I’m not desperate. Tomorrow, I’ll find a way to survive one more day. Because surviving is the only thing I have left.

I look straight at the camera, at all the thousands of people who were watching from different places. "I declare war against Orka and all that it stands for." "I promise you that we are not going down without a fight. We are going to avenge the lives of all those who died. We will get justice for the deaths of all those innocent kids who were killed." "This is a fight that I am not planning to lose. And I assure you we are not going to lose." I declare, not once breaking eye contact from the camera.

"Sleep, Ethan. Tomorrow, the real fight begins." And in the dark, in the arms of the man I loved, with the evidence secured and the first legal blow struck, I finally let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, we had a chance. Not to win a clean victory. But to survive. To fight. And to do it together.