“We'll never surrender.” My voice cuts through the chaos, clear and defiant despite the tremble in my chest.
The air crackles with tension, heavy with dark magic. Tendrils of shadows writhe across the battlefield, slamming into our warriors and sending them sprawling. Draven stands beside me, blood streaking down his arm, his jaw clenched in rage. The pack is fighting valiantly, but the witches are relentless.
The witch leader cackles, her eyes burning with malice. Her cloak flutters in the wind as she raises a staff swirling with malevolent energy. “Defiance suits you, Luna,” she sneers, “but it will cost you everything.”
I tighten my grip on the artifact—a shimmering crystal infused with ancient power. Its heat burns against my skin, but I welcome the pain. It’s the only thing k
