The battlefield was silent now, save for the groans of the wounded and the distant crackling of dying flames. The air remained thick with the scent of blood, a grim reminder of the cost of war. Stormborn warriors moved among the fallen, dragging away the bodies of rogues while tending to their own injured. The Blood Moon still loomed above them, casting an eerie glow over the ruined land.
Layla stood at the heart of it all, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. Her father had betrayed her. He had orchestrated this. And yet, even now, the warriors of Blackthorne refused to acknowledge his treachery.
She had tried to warn them, but they would not listen. Fear of Gideon’s power ran too deep, his influence stretching across the pack like an unshakable shadow. Some wolves averted their eyes as sh
