Elsa’s POV
The night is alive with chaos, yet I cannot help the laughter that spills from my lips, sharp and cutting against the backdrop of growls, claws, and the sound of bodies colliding. Around me, the battle rages, wolves snapping at one another, the scent of blood thick in the air, but I stand rooted to the spot, savouring the storm like it was orchestrated for me alone. The pack I once called mine scrambles desperately to defend their Luna, their precious Amelia. At the same time, I, the cast-aside, the forgotten one, finally feel the satisfaction of secrets coming to light.
When I see him, when I hear his voice rolling from the darkness like thunder, a declaration that sends the entire battlefield to silence, I cannot stop the smile that twists across my face. “I am here to claim
