"What are you waiting for?" Kael’s voice echoed in my mind, but the image of him—of the man who once rejected me—was clouded by a storm of anger and confusion. His face swirled before me, now so distant, now so close.
I could feel my heart hammering, but it wasn’t just fear anymore. It was something else, something deep inside me that had started to stir—something I wasn’t sure I had the strength to confront.
"Move, Eira! We need to finish this," I heard the commanding voice of my son, Alaric, break through the haze of my thoughts. His words weren’t just urgent; they were laced with something more—fear? Determination?
I turned my head, eyes meeting his. His face, so much like his father's, was set in a determined grimace, his wolf beside him, ready to strike. Behind him stood Celina, he
