The night before the battle, the moon hung high, casting a pale light over the camp where the wolves were preparing for the final showdown. Tension thickened the air. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach—like a storm was brewing, ready to tear everything apart. The thought of facing Magnus again, knowing how much he was willing to destroy to get what he thought was his, made my heart race.
Elias stood at my side, his jaw tight with determination. His usual cold demeanor was gone, replaced by something deeper, more vulnerable. "We’re ready," he said, his voice low and steady.
I nodded, trying to steady my own emotions. "I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this. But we don’t have a choice, do we?"
He shook his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "No. There’s no turning back now."
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