"Get them to the rear line!" Kael's voice boomed across the battlefield, rough with urgency. He moved with the strength of a seasoned leader, but even he could feel the weight of the storm bearing down on them. His eyes caught mine—once filled with resentment, now swirling with something I couldn’t quite place. "Eira, stay close. We’ll need you."
I nodded, the familiar sharpness of my breath mixing with the raw scent of blood and smoke. The storm raged overhead, dark clouds crackling with energy, as though nature itself was bent on their destruction. But the worst part? The pack—the very heart of it—was divided, frayed by years of distrust. And it wasn’t just the storm that we had to fight. It was the darkness inside ourselves.
A young voice broke through the chaos, familiar yet distant.
