Lyra's hands trembled as she watched the two wolves clash, their snarls tearing through the night like a storm breaking over the horizon. Every time Kael lunged at Marcus, her heart stopped, fearing he wouldn't be fast enough, strong enough.
But Kael was relentless, his dark form a blur of strength and fury, matching Marcus's aggression with a deadly grace. Their battle wasn't just physical—it was a raw display of dominance, of who would have the power over her, over the moon's blessing.
But even as Kael fought to protect her, Lyra couldn't shake the fear that twisted deep inside her. She could feel Marcus's dark energy pulsing through the air, and there was something about it—something familiar yet wrong. It crawled under her skin, as if it was reaching out to her, calling her to give in.
A surge of dizziness hit her, and Lyra stumbled back, her vision swimming. The forest around her darkened, the sounds of the fight fading as a soft whisper filled her mind.
