CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The twilight sky bleeds into shades of deep purple and fiery orange as I stand beside Gina, clutching the rolled parchment that holds our hope for peace between our factions. My heart hammers against my ribcage, a frenzied drumbeat echoing the gravity of this moment. Gina's gaze is steely, her resolve unflinching as we await the audience with Raguel.
"Are you ready?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves around us.
"More than ever," I manage to say, though my voice trembles like an uncertain flame.
Before another word can pass between us, the tranquility shatters. From the treeline erupts a cacophony of growls and snarls: Roman, the Alpha of the Stone Pack, with his warriors in tow, bursts forth. Close behind him, Finn, the Beta of the Fire
