The wolves knelt before her, their breath heavy in the cold air, their eyes lowered in silent acceptance.
Zenia still lay on the ground, breathing hard, staring at the sky as if she could will this moment away.
But it wouldn’t change.
She had lost.
Caroline exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of it settle over her.
This wasn’t the victory she had fought for.
But it was the one she had won.
Ezra stood at the edge of the gathering, arms crossed, golden eyes gleaming with something close to amusement.
"Well, that was dramatic."
Caroline shot him a look.
"Shut up."
Ezra grinned.
Zenia slowly sat up, her hands curling into fists, her face still set in defiance.
"You think this is over?" she whispered.
Caroline tilted her head.
"It is."
Zenia’s lips curled into a sneer.
"You real
