The battlefield was littered with ash and debris, the remnants of the Forgotten Ones that had been torn apart by silver claws and blades. However, the leader of the Forgotten Ones still stood tall, untouched by the carnage, his eyes glowing with malevolent power as his army seemed endless. Derek and Rahul, though exhausted from the prolonged fight, remained vigilant, their packs now fighting side by side.
Derek's heart pounded in his chest as he locked eyes with the leader of the Forgotten Ones. There was no fear in the creature's expression, only an eerie calm, as if it had already anticipated the wolves' every move.
"Rahul," Derek growled, still in his wolf form, his voice echoing in the mind-link they shared in their wolf state, "we need to take down their leader. It's the only way to end this."
