I stood at the center of a battlefield that wasn’t just physical, but emotional. The tension between Magnus and Elias crackled in the air like an electric storm, and I could almost feel it buzzing against my skin. My heart hammered in my chest, knowing that the moment I chose to move would alter the course of everything.
Magnus’s eyes were dark with fury. He looked at me with that familiar possessiveness, as though he had every right to claim me. His posture was dominant, towering as always, yet his gaze held something else now—betrayal, yes, but also desperation. He needed me back.
"I’m not going back to you," I said, my voice firm but betraying none of the chaos inside me. I had learned long ago not to let him see my weakness.
"Your pack needs you, Lena," Magnus growled, his voice col
