(Reina’s POV)
The battlefield was silent. The Forsaken wolves, once Luke’s puppets, lay scattered like fallen leaves. Their bodies, twisted by dark magic, were dissolving into black dust, vanishing into the wind. The stench of blood and death still clung to the air, but beneath it, something else lingered an unnatural stillness.
Kyle’s arms tightened around me, his golden eyes scanning the horizon, searching. He felt it too.
Something was wrong.
Luke was dead. We had burned him from existence, erased him from the world itself. But the unease in my chest wouldn’t fade.
I turned to Kyle. “Why doesn’t this feel like a victory?”
His jaw clenched. “Because it’s not over.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
Behind us, the survivors of our pack gathered, their expressions a mixture of
