Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate
Within seconds, the prince who had hunted us across realms was brought to his knees, his physical form fracturing under the immense weight of Astraea's power until he, too, began to crumble, his arrogant expression freezing permanently into gray ash that scattered into the whistling wind.
The silence that followed Oberon’s destruction was absolute, broken only by the distant, dying crackle of the burning timber from the pack house and the heavy, ragged breathing of the survivors. The violet hue in the sky slowly dissolved, bleeding back into a natural, starlit midnight blue as the corrupted magic of the Wild Hunt evaporated from our borders, leaving behind a cold, crisp breeze that tasted of