Ravenspire’s cliffs shivered under the fissure energy pulsing violently from the distant valley. The Shadow Commander had regrouped, its army poised to strike once more. But this time, Lukas, the ultimate hybrid, knew there would be no retreat. The fate of the valley, the pack, and the Moon itself rested on this battle.
The Moonmarked wolves gathered, young and veteran alike, crescents glowing brighter than ever. The tether pulsed in unison, linking every wolf to Lukas, forming a living chain of strength, trust, and unity.
“The Shadow Commander has underestimated us,” Lukas growled, silver-violet aura blazing. “Today, we fight as one! Today, we end this!”
Kaerin drew her blade, her eyes fierce. “We’ve trained for this moment, hybrid. The pack stands together. Ravenspire will not fall!”
