As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, the Coleridge army stood in awe of Ethan. Clad once more in their human forms and clothed in the remnants of battle, they regarded him with newfound respect. The feat he had accomplished, orchestrating their shift to werewolf form under the unforgiving rays of the sun, was nothing short of miraculous. In that moment, he was no longer just a boy; he was their Alpha King, their savior. They saw him as their hero and leader.
Among the throng, Gabriel's fury blazed like a wildfire. With determined strides, he surged toward where Viktor stood, his fists clenched with righteous anger. In a blur of motion, Gabriel's blows rained down upon Viktor's face, the force behind each blow sending a spray of blood across the dirt. It took the combined efforts of Ethan and several guards to pry Gabriel away, their voices lost amidst the chaos.
