"Eira," Kael's voice trembled through the darkness, a shadow of desperation creeping into his words. "Tell me there's another way."
I didn’t answer him right away. The weight of the situation—of everything we had lost, everything we had fought for—hung heavy between us. The pack was fractured, their hearts divided, their strength waning. The traitor’s army had ripped through us with ruthless precision, and now, with the loss of our most powerful member, the future looked bleak. But it wasn’t just the pack that had fallen to pieces. It was my soul, too, torn between the bitter past and the reluctant hope of something that could save us.
I could feel the pulse of the moon, faint against the storm brewing above us. But even the moon's light seemed dimmer now.
"You don't understand, Kael,"
