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Just for a second. And this time— his eyes are clear. Focused. Certain. “Then let’s end it,” he says. The next wave hits. Hard. Relentless. And this time— we don’t fall back. We fight. Because the system is broken. The truth is out. And the war— has finally begun.

“For each other. For a shot at something better.” His words seep in, cutting through the uncertainty and anxiety. He’s right. We’re battling for more than simply survival. We’re battling for a future. “Then we keep fighting,” I respond, my voice tightening. “No matter what.” “Good,” Vincent replies, a trace of a smile flickering on his lips. “Because it’s not over.” He’s right. It’s never over. But we’re ready. Or so I thought. The door breaks open, and the world erupts into turmoil once more. A second wave of assailants rushes the room, their motions fast and lethal. I hardly had time to respond, my body moving on instinct.

It was time to start fighting back. Even if we died trying.

You don't need that shit in your life. I smiled at the scene, I love these idiots, I thought to myself before grabbing two pillows and launching into the fight. "Black widow arrives!" "Iran man dies!" "Shut up!!!" And they lived happily ever after. Oh, that's a big fat lie! They fought, they survived, they learned, they fell, they cried, they laughed but they lived and stuck together!

“We do not retreat because retreat is surrender and retreat is running and I will not let them think that we are afraid.” “We survive,” she shot back and her eyes were blazing with the fire that I had seen in the duel circle. “We survive because we live to fight another day and we survive because we do not let them kill us here and we survive because the wolves who are fighting beside us deserve to see the sun rise again.”

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.

“You have a lot to fight for, so I know you can't die now,” The world turns black.

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.

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.”