Chapter 39: The Shattered Oath
The battlefield was a sea of chaos.
Smoke thickened the air until it stung the lungs, and ash fell like snow, blanketing the bodies that littered the ground. Luna stood at the center of the destruction, her heart hammering in her chest as she tightened her grip around her sword. Her armor, once gleaming silver, was now a battered canvas of blood, soot, and broken dreams.
Behind her, the remnants of the loyal packs fought with a desperate ferocity, howls piercing through the cacophony of clashing steel and cries of the dying. Wolves shifted mid-combat, bodies tearing apart and reforming into feral beasts that lunged at their enemies with savage precision.
Across the battlefield, Lucien’s army pressed forward like a relentless tide.
Their banners, dark and
