Elena
*****Hours later*****
The battlefield was quiet now. For a fleeting second, a rare moment of calm stretched over Silverfang. I could see the scattered remnants of the enemy wolves retreating, their numbers broken by Lucian’s devastating assault and Chase’s relentless defense.
My chest heaved, sweat dripping down my back, and yet my eyes were drawn to the hilltop where Lucian stood, wings of power radiating from him like a dark halo.
He turned slowly, his gaze locking on me. “Elena,” he called, voice low, commanding, carrying the weight of centuries of power. “Come forward. The world needs to see what you are now.”
I froze for a heartbeat. The exhaustion in my limbs screamed at me to collapse, to fall, to hide, but I couldn’t. Not now. Not after everything. I forced my legs forwa
