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When the time came for my acceptance speech, I stood on the stage with the reward in my hand and looked out at the audience. So many young, bright, hopeful faces filled the hall. "Once, I believed marriage was a safe harbor. Because of someone who did not deserve it, I nearly lost myself and my life." I paused. "But later I realized something important. No one should live as someone else's accessory. The pursuit of one's own value is the only thing that lasts. "This award belongs to me, to my team, and to everyone who refuses to surrender when life turns against them. "No matter what you face, remember this. You always have the strength to start over."

I followed close behind, my mind running through the plans we had devised, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. As we reached the edge of the survivors’ camp, the quiet before the storm felt suffocating. We had no choice but to engage. There was no retreating from this. There was no turning back. The only option was to fight. --- The first shots rang out like a lightning strike—sudden, unexpected, and deafening. Our team scattered into the cover of the trees, returning fire. The chaos was overwhelming. The survivors weren’t just fighting to defend themselves—they were attacking with everything they had, and there was no mercy in their eyes. I could feel the weight of every shot, every

And I have no idea if we'll survive it. But I know this: I'm done running. Done hiding. Done letting Richard Cross control my life. Starting now, we fight back. And we fight to win. Or we die trying.

"And then what? What happens when there's no one left to fight?" He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes searching my face. "And then we figure out who we are when we're not fighting. We figure out how to live." "What if I don't know how to be anything else? What if fighting is all I have left?" "Then you learn. You learn to live again. One day at a time."

I pulled my knees up to my chest to somehow hide my feet and continue ear-wigging on a conversation that was somehow much more interesting than anything Josh and Isabella had to say. "Well, the fight starts at seven so if you come to mine for six and we can—" I stopped listening to the girls voice after I had heard the word fight. On any other day I wouldn't have paid any attention to it, but with hearing it very close to when Josh and I had been talking about his own illegal fighting, I now couldn't ignore it. There was something gnawing away in my head about there being a potential coincidence with the mention of the word, but I couldn't help myself from continuing to listen in to find out

This re-ignited the last elder’s fire and he started to roar again. Why is the need for fighting no longer needed? Isn’t the very strength we have from constant fighting is what made us so prolific? Ximi roared back at the last elder. The fighting before was needed because the berserker apes, while powerful, were nothing compared to the unimaginable Draco. Then the last elder roared back. The flying beast is still alive thus the need for fighting to become stronger is still needed. Ximi slammed his fist on the ground, creating a large crack.

"We can operate from here while we rebuild." "And while we figure out who the fuck is selling us out." That night, exhausted from moving and paranoia, they collapsed onto the makeshift bed Felix had set up. But exhaustion gave way to need the desperate requirement to feel alive, to connect, to remind themselves they were still fighting. Felix's hands found her in the darkness, sliding under her shirt with familiar possession. "We're going to survive this." "I know." "And we're going to destroy whoever's been fucking with us." "I know that too."

"This surprised them. But they will adapt. They'll find weakness. Find way through. We bought time. We saved someone. But this isn't over. Isn't victory. Just delay." "Then we adapt too," Thorne said. Firm. Determined. "We get stronger. We practice. We prepare. They adapt, we adapt. They push, we push back. That's war. That's how it works. We don't need permanent solution. Just need to keep fighting. Keep resisting. Keep being. That's enough." "Is it?" I asked. Genuinely uncertain. "Is just surviving enough? Just delaying inevitable?"

The one that had fooled me for four years. “Seventy days. That’s how long you have. Then I activate everyone. Then I release an army you can’t stop. Can’t defeat. Can’t survive. And this time?” She leaned closer to the camera. “I’m not giving you a chance to surrender. I’m not offering deals. I’m just going to win. See you at the end of the world, bestie.” The video was deleted. The phone went dead. Fried. Unusable. And I realized with horrible clarity. We hadn’t won. We’d barely survived. The real battle hadn’t even started yet.

"We've searched everywhere. Tried everything. There's nothing left." "There's always something." Luna's voice is fierce. "You taught me that. Never give up. Never surrender. Never accept defeat. So get up. All of you. And fight." Her words hit me like lightning. She's right. I've never given up before. Why start now? I stand. Shaking. Transforming. Dying. But standing. "You're right." I look at my two remaining mates. "We fight. Until the very end. Together." They stand too. Both barely human. Both determined. Both mine.