Nymera’s POV
Time slowed.
CrescentMoon warriors thundered toward us, armor gleaming under the rising sun.
Astra’s red cloak snapped behind her like a bloody banner, her smile wide and cruel.
Beside her, Lucan — Kaelith’s brother — didn’t hesitate.
His wolves ran with sharpened steel and vengeance in their eyes.
"Lucan?" I whispered in disbelief.
Kaelith stood frozen beside me, staring.
"No," he said, voice hollow. "He wouldn’t—"
But he had.
Dain moved first.
He grabbed Kaelith’s shoulder, shaking him. "Focus! They’re coming!"
Kaelith blinked—snapped out of it—and bared his teeth.
"They’ve chosen their side," he growled. "Then they die on it."
The MoonBlood warriors surged to regroup.
No one questioned. No one hesitated.
They knew this was it.
Final stand.
I reached for my
