Zack’s POV
The forest was eerily quiet after Kieran’s retreat, a tense hush settling over the Bloodmoon territory. Broken branches, scorched patches of earth, and the lingering scent of magic hung in the air like a warning. Zeus coiled beneath my skin, muscles taut, senses razor-sharp, every hair on end.
I surveyed the damage, noting the places where rogue claws had grazed, where fire magic had scorched, and where the earth had shifted unnaturally. Every mark was a reminder that our enemies were cunning, ruthless, and unrelenting.
“Zack,” Lilly’s voice cut softly through the tension. Her amethyst eyes were sharp, unwavering, even as Storm flexed beneath her skin. “We can’t just react. We need a plan, and we need to strike before they regroup.”
I nodded, feeling Zeus pulse beneath me in
