The air was thick with tension. It was the eve of the final battle, and the packs were gathered in their war tents, preparing for what could be their last stand. The moon was hidden behind a blanket of clouds as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders, suffocating me, but I couldn't let it show. Not now.
"We can't afford to lose," I muttered to myself, pacing before a map of the war zone spread out on the table. My fingers hovered over the markings, outlining the strategic positions of our forces and the rival factions that threatened to bring everything down.
Lucian stood behind me, watching with a steady gaze, his arms crossed. His presence was a comfort in the chaos, but even he knew how dire things were. The be
