The western border was alive with chaos. The scent of blood, the snarls of wolves locked in battle, and the crashing of bodies against trees filled the air. Aria, Ethan, and Liam ran at full speed, their footsteps pounding against the forest floor. Each second felt like an eternity as the sounds of the skirmish grew louder.
“Stay close!” Ethan barked, his voice cutting through the noise.
Liam glanced at Aria, his protective instincts kicking in. “If it gets too dangerous, fall back,” he warned.
“I’m not running,” Aria snapped, her voice steadier than she felt. The Moon Goddess’s words still echoed in her mind, and though fear clawed at her chest, she refused to let it control her.
They burst through the tree line, and the scene before them was a nightmare. Wolves were everywhere, their
