The battlefield was bathed in silver light, the moon high above, casting its glow upon the chaos below. Blood soaked the earth, screams of warriors and rogues alike echoing into the night. Yet in the heart of it all stood Nova, her white fur radiant as if spun from the moon itself. She was the Moonborn, the prophecy incarnate.
Max, in his massive obsidian lycan form, fought beside her, Maze snarling through him with savage precision. Their bond pulsed through the mindlink, anchoring them even as the tides of war threatened to drown everything they knew. "Nova, stay close. The shadows are thickening," Max warned, his voice a low growl within her mind.
Nova's wolf, May, was wild with power, her paws barely touching the ground as she raced through enemies, slashing and tearing with divine f
