[Elara’s POV]
The atmosphere inside the underground bunker was suffocatingly tense.
For the past two hours, the only sounds had been the distant, muffled echoes of roars and clashing steel from the surface, and the frantic, whispered prayers of the Omegas. I had been pacing the stone floor, my hands glowing with a faint white light, ready to heal the wounded. But no wounded came.
Suddenly, the violent, chaotic storm of rage I had been feeling through the mate bond completely stopped. It didn't fade away; it vanished instantly, replaced by a profound, heavy exhaustion.
The battle was over.
A collective gasp echoed through the bunker as the heavy steel doors at the top of the stairs began to groan open. The Omegas shrank back, huddling the pups behind them, terrified of who might come w
