Luna's eyes quivered violently as she stared helplessly at Asher's lifeless body sprawled alongside Rowena and Ravina. Her chest tightened, her breath caught painfully in her throat, as her mind desperately rejected the brutal reality unfolding before her.
"No... this can't be..." she thought in her mind with disbelief. Her fingers dug into the soil, desperately hoping the earth would somehow wake her from this terrible nightmare.
Around her, the werewolves were frozen, their breaths shaky and shallow, bodies rigid with terror. They'd seen power before, but never anything so absolute—never the complete and utter annihilation that the Immortal Sovereign brought down so casually. His mere presence was a storm; his smallest gesture, a cataclysm.
Only Lupus remained oddly composed, his blood-red eyes glinting with a calm, knowing glimmer, as if expecting something the others had yet to comprehend.
