(Reina’s POV)
The battlefield was quiet now.
The scent of blood and fire still clung to the air, but the screams, the chaos, the death all of it had ended.
Our people stood among the wreckage, eyes wide with exhaustion, relief, and the weight of everything we had just endured.
The Order of the Black Sun had been obliterated.
Their dark warriors lay in scattered heaps, their monstrous abomination nothing more than ashes in the wind.
Kyle stood beside me, his golden eyes scanning the field. He was still in his wolf form massive, powerful, radiating the strength of a true Alpha King.
I reached for him, running my fingers through his thick fur.
"It’s over," I whispered, but I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.
Because something deep inside me, something tied to my new divine power,
