LILA’S POV
The forest was quiet now, almost painfully so. The echoes of the mind battle lingered in my skull, a ringing, heavy reminder that I had survived, yes but barely. My wings drooped, golden light flickering weakly with every exhausted heartbeat. My lungs burned, my muscles trembled, but my mind… my mind felt like a battlefield strewn with memories I couldn’t fully piece together.
I sank to my knees beside the fallen tree, hands braced against the damp earth. The pack was around me, eyes wide, wolves low and tense, still reacting to the remnants of energy that pulsed like lightning threads in the air. Marcus knelt across from me, shoulders tense, gaze scanning every shadow. Ethan hovered, jaw tight, golden energy flickering faintly, barely restrained. Davian and Callum were alread
