"This is the end, Lyra. There’s no more room for hesitation. You either take control of your destiny, or you lose everything."
Marcus’s voice rings out across the battlefield like a death sentence. The smell of smoke lingers in the air as the clash of steel and the howls of wolves echo around us. My heart pounds in my chest, but the cold, strange power pulsing from the artifact in my palm sends a shiver through my entire being.
I can feel it. The artifact. The energy. It thrums beneath my skin like wildfire, ready to be unleashed. But at what cost? At what price?
I look across the field at the faces of those who fight for me—Damian, his pack, and mine. Their eyes are full of hope, full of faith in me. They believe I can win this, that I can defeat Marcus and end this war. But I know bet
