Chapter 40
Night had fully claimed the battlefield. The forest that once echoed with chaos now lay in a tense, unnatural stillness. The war between the Ashen Moon Pack and the Blood Moon Pack had not ended—but it had shifted. What stood beneath the moon now was no longer just a battle between two packs. It was something far greater. A war for dominance. A war for balance. A war for her. At the center of the clearing stood Lyra. Her golden wolf no longer flickered with unstable power. It burned. Steady. Controlled. Unstoppable. The silver beam of moonlight that had once poured down on her had now spread across the battlefield, faintly illuminating the wolves who had answered her call. They stood behind her. Not as a scattered group of rogues. But as something unified. Something ancien
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