Thunder rolled across the battlefield as dusk descended, shrouding the valley in a twilight of red mist and rising dread. Where once there were forests and ridges, there were now trenches and burning trees, carcasses of what had once been Kaelin’s ancestral lands. The War of Dawn and Fang had truly begun.
Kaelin stood atop the hillcrest with her sword drawn, the bond mark glowing fiercely beneath her gauntlet. The army behind her—wolves, Alphas, Betas, and even Omegas—stood united, eyes trained on her as if she were more than just a leader. As if she were salvation itself.
At her side, Theron was a vision of silent fury, golden armor kissed by firelight, his blade already dripping with blood from earlier skirmishes. Malric, eyes like razors, watched the enemy's movements while barking or
