Chapter 42
The battlefield had fallen silent. Where there had once been chaos, bloodshed, and the clash of two powerful armies, there was now only the sound of wind moving through broken trees and the distant, fading echoes of victory howls. But Lyra heard none of it. Her entire world had narrowed to one thing. To one wolf. To Kaelen. He lay in her arms, his body still, his breathing shallow—too shallow. Blood soaked through her hands no matter how tightly she pressed against the wound in his side. “No… no, stay with me,” she whispered, her voice shaking. Around them, wolves of the Ashen Moon Pack slowly began to gather. Some were wounded, others exhausted, but all of them were watching. Waiting. Hoping. Ronan stepped forward, his face grim. “He’s losing too much blood.” Lyra shook her h
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