POV: Elara
The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood as I stood amidst the aftermath of our battle. Wolves lay scattered across the clearing, some tending to the wounded, others standing watch over the retreating shadows of Silas’s remaining forces. We had fought fiercely, and we had won this round, but it had come at a cost, and the final confrontation still hung in the air, a dark promise lingering just beyond the forest.
And then, through the trees, I saw him: Silas. He stood alone, his form dark and imposing, his eyes fixed on me with a hatred that was raw and unfiltered. His own wolves had fallen back, his plan to overwhelm us shattered by our unity, our resilience. But Silas wasn’t here to retreat or surrender. He had come for me.
I felt the weight of the moment settle o
