“No,” Draven growled, his voice rough with desperation. “We do this together.”
The chaos around us raged on—wolves clashing with the remnants of shadow beasts, the ground shaking from the energy unleashed by the entity. I could barely breathe from the weight of the prophecy echoing in my mind. One life for many. The blood price.
“I won’t let you die, Draven,” I whispered, my voice raw with determination. “Not for me, not for this war.”
His fierce amber eyes locked onto mine. “You don’t get to make that decision.”
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “This is my fate. It always was.”
The entity loomed before us, its body flickering with dark tendrils of shadow. Its burning eyes gleamed with malice, knowing it had the upper hand.
“You cannot escape the price,” it hissed
