[Alaric’s POV]
The battlefield was completely silent. The surrendered rogues were being rounded up by the Shadowguard, their weapons discarded in the bloody dirt. But I didn't care about the prisoners. I didn't care about the victory.
My entire universe had narrowed down to the magnificent, breathtaking creature standing over the broken body of our enemy.
Lyra’s inner wolf had finally broken free from the cage of her trauma. She was massive, easily the size of a pureblood dire wolf, standing proud and unyielding under the morning sun. Her fur wasn't just red; it was a deep, rich mahogany that shimmered like polished copper. Her muscles rippled with raw, untamed power, and her amber eyes glowed with the fierce, unbroken spirit of a true survivor.
I took a slow, deliberate step toward he
