The battle left everyone relieved but still worried. The rogue Alpha was gone, the artifact was sealed, and for the first time in forever, Scarlett felt a bit of peace. The storm inside her was still there, but quieter. She was back in control, and for a second, it seemed like the darkness was receding.
But Scarlett knew it wouldn't last. The rogue wolves were still out there, scattered but not beaten. Victor's darkness was strong, but the real power came from the prophecy—the magic in her veins, what she was born with. The storm wasn't over, just waiting.
Scarlett stood at the edge of the sanctuary, watching the sunrise turn the sky orange and pink. The cold air woke her up. It reminded her that even with all the chaos, life went on. The world kept spinning, and there was still so much
