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I stood there alone on that rocky cliff, the wind still wild, my skin raw, my soul on fire. He didn’t need to say more. I knew I’d earned it. Victor's POV The war drum pounded like thunder in my chest. I stood before them—rows upon rows of Shadow Blood warriors, cloaked in darkness and bloodlust, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of chaos. My voice was the only sound that mattered now. The only thing anchoring them to purpose. “They’ve grown soft,” I snarled, pacing along the line. “Scarlet Moon... basking in their peace, under Luca’s naive little dream of unity. But we’ll show them tonight that shadows don’t stay buried.”

Mike returned to his seat. “Now that the combat has ended, the winners had displayed their braveness. They had shown the prowess. And they had shown that they can lead their Pick respectively. I will now announce the winners... The winner of the Morningstar is Andrew Victor…” there were cheers as Victor walked to the council head. He was giving the royal band. He sat on the seat set aside for the Morningstar Alpha during occasions.

“Today we march to battle with one thing in mind, claiming what is rightfully ours. We march to take, conquer, and crush those who have risen against us. This battle is for everyone who has been denied what has rightfully been theirs for so long.” They roared and cheered loudly at what he just said. “To victory!” “To victory,” they echoed. He stretched his hand out to Zara, who stood beside the soldiers, and she climbed up the stairs and took hold of his hand. A louder cheer went through the standing soldiers, and they raised their hands. “We will win!” “We will win!” “We will win!” The echoes continued.

“The summit.” An older man with silver hair and the bearing of absolute control stepped to the podium. His voice rolled through the speakers, smooth and commanding. “Today, we stand at the threshold of a new era…” Scarlett’s fists clenched until her nails bit into her palms. Victor whispered, “They’re about to roll out whatever comes after Genesis.” Luna’s voice trembled. “If we don’t stop them now…” Scarlett finished the thought, quiet but lethal. “They win.”

VANESSA'S POV The victory celebration in the great hall was a cacophony of relief and roaring life. Mead flowed, the fire roared in the hearth, and warriors clashed tankards, recounting their blows with booming laughter that shook the rafters. The air thrummed with the pack's restored vitality, a powerful, heady current of shared survival.

What was he really after that he didn't even care about his associates lives? Victory came not with a horn, but with the jubilant roar of Killian’s warriors. Their voices shook the night, blades lifted to the sky. To them, this was triumph. They had held their ground, outwitted their foes, stood unbroken where others had crumbled. They shouted Killian’s name, their joy raw and fierce. I watched from above, unseen, the hidden architect of their glory.

The clash filled the vault with bright sparks and loud crackles. For a moment, peace settled. The water stilled. The family breathed easier. But Victor gathered his last power. His dark form lunged forward. The final attack reached for Hope with cold fury. Damien moved fast. “Not today!” Mia shouted. “Hope, the light!” Hope’s light flared brighter than ever. The family held each other tight as the light and dark met one final time. The golden wave pushed Victor back. His shadow grew smaller. The ocean calmed around them.

My future is bright and wide open. I am a winner. And being here with all the people I love is my greatest victory of all. THE END

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN The Last Dance The victory celebration blazed across Shadoweave like starfire, every hall and courtyard alive with music that made the ancient stones themselves seem to dance. Alliance warriors who had faced elimination that morning now laughed with wild relief, wine flowing like water while House Valdris musicians conjured lightning that played melodies in the sky. Victory had a taste—sharp and bright and intoxicating.

"What is this?" "Victory," she said, raising her own glass. "We exposed the Council corruption. Killed the man behind it. Freed the compelled guards. This is what winning looks like." Around us, pack members were doing exactly that, celebrating. Someone had found music. Someone else had found more alcohol. The tension of the past weeks was releasing all at once. Xavier sat in the corner, his arm in a makeshift sling, looking exhausted but alive. Meridith was checking his wounds while he tried to wave her off.